Got a call from a bail bondsman yesterday afternoon asking if I would
bail my friend “Bob” out of the county jail.
He had been arrested for a warrant going back nine years for possession
of pot and for also having an out-of-state warrant. Pot isn’t even a crime anymore.
This was maybe the second time I bailed somebody out of jail in my
life. I vaguely recollect bailing
somebody out 10 years ago—maybe it was just their car from the tow yard!
The bondsman wanted me to come to downtown Seattle during rush hour—let
him know that was not going to happen.
We did it all by phone and email.
Presumably saved my friend’s job, housing and car by bailing him out.
He walked down 5th Avenue to buy some cigarettes after
getting out where he saw a former rescue roommate of mine living the homeless
lifestyle. He said she was drunk and
not-grimy looking. I met him at the Bellevue
transit center and gave him a ride to his car in Redmond.
I am grateful to not be homeless, in jail and for having the resources
to help my friend keep his job, housing and car.
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