I could go on about the Purgatory bus, but I know by now you get the gist of it....................F_ck it, I will anyway. You could just scrape the dust off this bus with a scraper and mold a life size design. You can't sit even if the bus is empty because they all smell like piss. And I am convinced that f_cking Mexican driver is as high as a kite.
Monday - I won't complain. After twenty plus burglary and theft cases, it wasn’t too bad. THERE IT IS!!!! - The horror of it. When you get to a point that theft and robbery with or without weapons isn't that bad, you know you need to rethink things. I got home late, but was too happy about the 'light cases' to care. Only one car tried to pick me up while I waited for the bus. After all this time, I finally got offended. What? I don't qualify TODAY as a Prost_itute?????? WTF????
It's a good day for Linguini and Meat balls. Or; should I say it ‘was’ a good day for Linguini and meat balls, I fell asleep (after not sleeping too well thinking of court the night before) and burned the meat balls, won't even tell you about the linguini. On the bright side the smoke detector works. On the not so bright side, the fire house across the street didn't give a rat’s ass that it went off.
With peanut butter sandwich in hand, I sat down at the dining room table. When I finally stopped listening to my thoughts I realized there was moaning that could be heard. You know, I envy the hag upstairs. That BI_TCH is a grandmother and she goes at it with her husband several times a week. I still don't know what he looks like but I imagine a man with the posture of a PEACOCK! There are times she screams and speaks in TONGUE. Monday night was one of those nights. I sat there and thought - WTF? Her apartment set up is similar to mine, so they must be at it in the dining room/living room. It was endless. The pounding, the moaning, the AY DIOS MIO!!!! I almost yelled it with her a few times. You know, I feel sorry for my next husband. If he doesn't have a battery up his azz like grandpa upstairs, I'm shoving annulment papers down his f_cking throat!!!!
Tuesday - I just felt it…. the doom. The second I entered the court house, I felt it. I walked into the corridor that leads to the court room, there are the pews, there are the criminals waiting on their parole officers. There is the sign - Court in session, close the door. I walk in, put my phone in the bags they provide with our individual juror numbers.....PAUSE
PAUSE REASON - they make us turn our cell phones off and place in an envelope which they hold hostage. But, during proceedings the court staff themselves are texting. FUC_KING HYPOCRITES!!!!
END OF PAUSE - I take my seat and hear the questions bombard at me "how are you feeling today", "how was the bus", "where's your bucket of coffee", "have you seen a doctor for that cough"?????? In a perfect world my answer which rolled about my head would be:
Like SHIT, you blind MOTHERFU_CKER!
Like HELL, ride it one day and stop living through my misery. JACKAZZ!!
If you know I need coffee then go get some ASS WIPE, clearly I didn't have time to get a cup
No DUMBASS I like coughing my lungs out without medical attention
Instead I say "fine", "the same", "I'll get it later", "I plan another visit"
I then hear about their miseries. Yes, it is deathly that your $1200 refrigerator was not delivered (pampered azz). Oh my, you DO have it the worst; your car has a flat (at least you have a FUCKING CAR MORON).
One guy takes his inhaler out in preparation. That's what made me look at the list. The court leaves a list of cases on the table. Child Sex Abuse=ALL OF THEM, several pages of cases, all day - it would be CSA cases – ALL FU_CKING DAY. I just wanted to leave.
You know - this court thing has made me aware of a few things:
I think certain people should be fixed to not have children and it should be done in the same clinics as animals and without anesthesia
As much as I don't want to be there, I want to be a voice that helps those kids
The court really has no fu_cking intention of fixing that damn air conditioner
You could get used to using a bathroom that looks like an alley
Criminals sitting on pews gives one hope or despair, depending on the day
I hate with a passion most of my fellow jurors
When the bible talks of the lost city, the city of sin, it is referring to Paterson
I have more patience then I or anyone else thought
I still hope that Judge gets the worse case of diarrhea
I rather clean streets then work at SVU or as a parole officer
I'd take that Purgatory bus 10 times a day if it meant hugging even ONE of those kids
For the first time in my life, I believe in the death penalty and I want to push the button, spit on certain criminals and then push the button again, kick them all the way to the edge of a cliff, spit one more time, and heave ho them off with a kick in the AZZ
I don’t remember how I got to the bus stop, can't even remember if the Dr. Cave Adult Entertainment Club that is at the bus stop was busy. I just remember getting to my town and getting off, going home and pouring a generous amount of Tequila. I laid down on my Futon and cried for 15 kids (faceless voices) whose entire life thus far has been a nightmare and whose best case scenario of a good day was a horrific one.
The judge had said we would be released from our jury duty weeks early due to the large amount of case loads we handled (which apparently were many from another panel that had failed to live up to the jury standards). Well…..just 2 more weeks to go. Good thing too, I'm just about ready for AA meetings.
08/04/2010
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