This documentary annoyingly glorifies this common criminal far too much. Especially from his sister and his college friends. He supposedly wasn't into consumerism, yet he produced meth for consumers to get buckets of cash for himself while living in a tree house like some naked drum wielding, granola eating hippie? What was the purpose of the cash then? He didn't help anybody he didn't know. Just spent it as freely as anyone would. Sure he found out how to rob banks like every poor desperate person dreams of. But he's still just a criminal loser at the end of the day, being praised far too much.