Saw this type of behavior many times during my 25 year career in New York State Corrections. In the prison, an inmate would get taken to the box for misbehavior, and one of his buddies would immediately get on the phone calling the guy’s mother for him. Then the mother would call the facility asking why her son just got locked up. The only thing we could tell them was to call the inmate’s counselor in the morning. I wonder which of those fat, ugly beyotches called this baby’s mother for him?
I remember a few years ago when pallets of bricks mysteriously showed up on the streets. How hard could it have been to backtrack where those came from? I don’t think anyone ever looked into it.