In 1969 or 1970 I was very depressed and decided to jump off a bridge. After having a few drinks I was in an odd state of mind, and decided I could as an alternative rob a bank on the corner nearby. I proceeded to do so (“I have nitroglycerin in my pocket”) and walked out with a few hundred dollars; I was nabbed a half block away in men’s room of a bar. Long story short, I was assigned a federal public defender and the charges were ultimately dropped: non compos mentis.
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