Before moving to this neighborhood I had a lot of criminal neighbors – mostly young wannabe gangbangers. Many would congregate in the playground near my apartment and plan their nefarious deeds – and they weren’t quiet about it.
I would wander out after listening for a few minutes to tell them what fools they were. They never heard of forensic evidence. They seemed to ignore even fingerprints – “My prints ain’t on file!” Several ended up in prison for such great brave actions as robbing a pizza driver and – the real A-hole – killing a man for his jacket and necklace.
This was when I learned that they don’t really care about going to prison. Incarceration was a badge of honor.
"This was when I learned that they don’t really care about going to prison. Incarceration was a badge of honor."
Yes, unfortunately, it is.
When I was in Las Vegas, I was living in a drug/gang-infested area, and there was an attempted execution in my front yard. They made the boy kneel and shot him, but his skull was pretty thick, so instead of killing him, they turned him into a vegetable.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. And no one would give up the shooter...