So what happened when you went to prison?
Well I was being processed and had to empty my belongings while filling out paperwork. When I was doing this I saw some large bricks of cheese. Someone had just just robbed a bank or Automated Banking Machine. Large square fresh packed red Fifty Dollar Bills. It looked like a half a birthday cake. What was odd is that some of them were charred.
That was the start of processing for court, on the day of bail hearings: I get put into a holding cell pending hearings, I have one cellmate. An 18 year old half black and half white kid with blue eyes and light blond hair. He tells me this long story of how he got on his motorcycle by the farm with a blow torch. Tells me how he robbed an ATM and it was not enough so he got on his bike to get another down the highways down southern Ontario.
He states he opens the second ATM with his blow touch but he was unable to get away. He said he threw the bags of money right before he got caught by the police. He tells me approximately how much money he stole. That’s when I knew.
My man just told me about the aged cheese I saw on the way in. First bag, approximately ¼ of a full bag of red fifties. This intake processing guy from the prison was working so hard just to count, separating the burnt from the good bills. The second bag ¾ full of red fifties. This one was full, it looked like a birthday cake. The kind that armored vehicles deliver to Bank Regulated ATM machines.
I felt bad for the kid because he was young and didn’t seem to have any supervision. He didn’t have a Father or Mother figure to keep him out of trouble and no one would help him out, he was not getting bailed by someone. He knew he was going to be in prison for a long time. I spoke with him for almost two hours, I did the only thing that felt right when he started to get scared. I told him that I was proud of him, that there is hope in what he just admit it because normal people are not as brave and as daring as he was. I made sure to ask him if anyone got hurt and he explained that he really only tried to hide. He didn’t have anything other than the blow torch. He had a knife in his bag but he didn’t think of using it when he was hiding.
When they found him he surrendered.
I gave him hope by saying that he needs to stand up for what he did. Say he wasn’t challenged and that he didn’t have supervision. I told him to join the military or go into construction because your just and 18 year old who knows how to use a blowtorch. That’s priceless. He burnt the bills in the first machine and didn’t touch a single bill in the second machine. It was so neat. I’m sure he’s going to get away from there.
To the William Granville Davis Court House for Provincial Offences, thank you for this priceless moment in learning and experience.
He told me that if he got away from the heist then he would have bought an Audi, an A5. I told him it can still happen, just stay focused. Just to talk straight when the Guards or Crown ask him things. He didn’t know much about the Justice system so I told him a little bit before a guard took him out. I explained to him why he wasn’t going to be leaving the courthouse and that he was going to jail. He is 18 years old now and he will be tried as an adult, he explained he was caught stealing in the past but he got away with it because of the youth criminal justice system. I explained that you need someone to bail him out, pledge a surety and keep him with them. We knew I couldn’t and so he needs to get used to the idea of being in Prison.
By this time I already knew the kid wasn’t going forward to the bail judge. A Provincial Police Officer took him and shuffled him into the other court rooms. I went to my bail hearing and found my brother who bailed me out. I prayed for that kid, that someone find him and help him out. He doesn’t see the Money in red fifty dollar bills. He sees the cake.
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