I. Leo Glasser

So, besides being super impressed with his dashing sense of style [wearing a boldly colored and sizeably noticeable bow-tie every time I was before him in court], I thought Judge Glasser really had his wits about him, despite what we as a society have been led to believe about senior citizens above a certain age and their presumed mental capacity. I am not very savvy when it comes to the law or being a criminal defendant in a court room, but at the time when I was one under Judge Glasser, initially he seemed very to the point, fair, and well rounded. He had my lawyer ask me to submit all sorts of helpful things to get more of a sense of my background and who I was as a person not just who I had become during the years of my crime/legal "mistake", which truly went a long way for me at my sentencing. Things such as reviews from customers at my job (I was a driver for the rideshare apps), letters from friends & family (or whoever knew me earlier in life and was willing or wanted to submit a letter on my behalf stating why I should remain a member of society and not be imprisoned), and school records, which worked well for me as I had been on the Dean's List and was awarded with Perfect Attendance certificates in college. Now, my case was quite peculiar and I decided to start purposely using my drug of choice toward the end of my time on Pre-Trial (aka the worst few years of my entire life) due to the fact that I did not want to cooperate and be a snitch or an "informant" but I had initially agreed under the pressure of my COURT APPOINTED LAWYER (who works more for the Prosecution and the government - this isn't my opinion, it's a fact) and my mother & family because we were told this would be the ONLY WAY to get sentenced to maximum probation time and NO JAIL TIME since my state minimum sentencing guideline was 10 years-life in jail. When I was supposed to be sentenced, it was more of an appearance for the violation of continued dirty urine, which I had told everyone o