The Slice: Shouldn’t he be serving multiple life terms by now?

It has been eight years since The Slice started tracking the misadventures of “Spokane man” and his ilk in the S-R archives.

In that time, he has gotten himself into all sorts of trouble. It’s almost as if he doesn’t know right from wrong. Just consider some recent newspaper reports on his activities.

“Spokane man” …

“Was arrested on drug charges after a failed attempt to pet a bull moose wandering around a cemetery.”

Way to go, Spokane man. Make us proud. Did you think it was Bullwinkle?

But at least he “will serve no jail time after pleading guilty to manufacturing marijuana extract in his car.”

So there’s that. And you have to admit, the guy is feisty.

S-R readers learned that Spokane man “is suing the Spokane Police Department, claiming five officers assaulted him and violated his constitutional rights.”

Maybe they were in a bad mood.

But often it is hard to feel sorry for Spokane man. Like when he was “sentenced to 13 years in prison after he pleaded guilty to receipt of child pornography.”

Or the time police in Bend, Oregon, said he “was shining a flashlight at homes, yelling and screaming and damaging fences.”

Didn’t we beg him to get some therapy?

It’s natural that those of us who live here would root for Spokane man. He doesn’t make it easy, though.

It is just one thing after another. Remember when he “told police he was armed with a rock when he held up a sandwich shop”?

Or when he “was accused of voyeurism after a woman confronted him about trying to film up her skirt as she watched her son play at Hoopfest”?

It makes you shake your head. But at least we can take pride in the behavior of “Spokane woman.”

For instance, she was arrested in a high school parking lot “after she was accused of stabbing the seat of a car with a knife during an argument” with another woman.

OK, that’s not ideal conduct. But let’s face it. If she had been hanging out with Spokane man, it could have been worse.

Today’s Slice question: What word do you utter when you get the mail and see you’ve been called for jury duty?