Juan Cespedes and the cost of not getting caught early
Sometimes it's best to learn you're bad at crime early in life. I would know.
When I was 19, as a sophomore at the University of Montana in 2007, I conspired, with six other stone-cold morons, to rob an interstate drug trafficker of roughly $100,000 of high-grade weed grown in Humboldt County, California.
I came into the plot by circumstance, and seeing that my drug dealer would get robbed anyway, I decided to participate in what …