Larimer County Jail

Sept 2nd After ten minutes of head nods and “I understands,” the trained therapist closes her laptop, stands up and says “Well, Mr. Freeman, if you need to talk just put in a request. Now if I can get you to sign this please,” and brandishes a pink document. “What’s this,” he asks? “Oh, just standard procedure,” she replies. Nodding, he replies “I understand and what is the standard procedure?” “Excuse me?” she cracks, confused. “What is the standard procedure?” he repeats “Uh, well… one of us counselors will come talk to an inmate so we can decide what pod to place them in.“ Freeman nods his head and says “I understand, and what pod have you decided to place me in?” “What?” she asks and begins to fidget with her pen. “I asked you what pod you have decided to place me in.” “I uh, well,” she squeaks, “Actually that decision is decided by the guards.” Oh, I understand,” he nods. “So if you’ll just sign this for me, please.” “No, I don’t think so,” is his response. “What,” her voice shows her unease. Freeman leans back in his chair, folds his arms and replies, “I said no.” “Why not,“ is her next question. “Because,” he says, “I don’t want to sign it.” “Why don’t you want to sign it?” Freeman leans slowly forward in his chair and looks her dead in the eye and states bluntly, “I explained the answer to that ten minutes ago, remember, you nodded your head in agreement and said you understood.” “Oh, of course, I remember,” she smiles, assuming she’s regained her footing. “Great, then have a nice day,” he spouts insincerely, unloving. “Excuse me,” she asks. Freeman grins a rotten grin and slowly, almost mockingly, he repeats, “have-a-nice-day.” Looking pissed at this point she rebukes, “Mr. Freeman, I need your signature on this paper.” “Oh yeah,” he chides, “well there’s a pen in your shirt pocket counselor, what are you waiting for?” “Would it make you feel better if I just set it here on the table and you can sign it when you feel more comfortable,” she asks with a bubbly annoyance. “It might,” he fibs. “Ok Mr.Freeman, I’ll just set this here and you can sign it when you feel comfortable,” and she slides the pink document across the table in a forced attempt to seem tender. He watches her fumble for the pen in her shirt pocket and place it on the table. He watches her fumble with some papers in the briefcase at her side. He watches her fumble with her watch. He watches her glance at the document from under her eyelids, two or three times while pretending to appear preoccupied. “Well, Mr. Freeman,” she suddenly breaks the silence. “Well what? he responds. “Well are you ready to provide your signature?” “Nope.” he states. “Why not, Mr Freeman?” He leans back once more and crosses a leg over the other, “Because I’m still waiting for it to make me feel better.” “Excuse me,” she barks, unconcerned about her attitude. “Let me rephrase that, counselor…how long before it kicks in? Because I don’t feel any different.” “Do you think this is funny Mr. Freeman?” “No, I don’t,” he fibs again. “I can’t file this document without your signature on it.” “Why not,” he asks. “Because,” she hisses, “it’s my job.” “But,” replies Freeman, loving the debate, “I thought your job was to determine what pod to place me in.” She grabs her briefcase like she’s going to leave but remains in her seat and tries another approach. “You’ll get into trouble if you don’t sign this Freeman.” He nods at her, “I understand.” “So, are you going to sign it?” He looks out at the other inmates and then back to her, all smiles, “What are they going to do, arrest me? I’ll take my chances.” Undeniably pissed, she snatches up the briefcase and storms out, leaving behind her classy bic pen and the pink document.
1 7 years ago (18-05-2018)

It's jail, you don't come here for the view or the food. Picking up family members is a frustrating and time consuming ordeal. There is a fee for absolutely everything, including being released from jail! 10.00 for a regular ibuprofen and 5.00 for a standard bandaid. 40.00 for them to release you, even after the court has ordered you set free. There is some kind of fee for them to book you into jail as well, so you pay to go to jail and you pay to get out. Nothing but a for-profit scam that preys on those least able to afford it. No wonder there is so mistrust towards law enforcement.
1 7 years ago (19-02-2018)

This county is tainted with a nasty Sheriff with views from the wild westdays! Just say no to Sheriff Justin Smith.
1 7 years ago (24-04-2018)

If only it were documented. My husband isn't a drug user, he was in for a DUI on Memorial Day weekend, typical. He witnessed men having seizures without proper medical care. They treated these individuals like dogs in a pound. SO disgusting how they treat people that need help. These men and women need better training, and maybe a lil sympathy.
1 8 years ago (08-06-2017)

Absolutely deployable inhumane conditions. The only thing to stop the police from arresting more people is their simply isn't any more room to cram more people into
1 8 years ago (02-11-2017)