I remember when I got admitted at 20. Two Latino dudes and white, teenage me in the cell.

One dude had my mat for my bed. He saw that I walked in, looked at me, then got up without a word and put the mat on the bunk for me. I thanked him, introduced ourselves, and talked. Nicest person the whole time there. The jail staff were assholes on a powertrip. This dude ended giving me his “mom’s” number bc I do programming and stuff, which I ended misplacing. He said he was in for them finding a large amount of $ in a… foreign… car. I still wonder to this day how life would be different had I called that number.

Hope he is doing well.