Courting Disaster - Pt. 2

So I'm stumping around the Queens Courthouse with a cane, my leg is all braced-up.  I am telling you, I know a lot of people have it worse but shit, this kinda thing is merciless, it truly is. 

Every day you can walk and not have pain, you better fucking thank whatever the fuck.  And thank it like you mean it.

So it gets to be my turn to head into the courtroom, after having waited outside in a hallway for almost 3 hours, no chairs, leaning on my fucking cane and the wall.  Fuckers.

There's this white-haired Brian Dennehey-looking Judge sitting there at the altar (<-???) when I walk in.  He's kinda making fun of some guy who can barely speak a hint of English. (He ends up putting this guy on the jury.)

I tell you the truth, I had no idea my day would turn out the way it did.  I had no particular interest in baring my soul to this bunch of nuts.  Or to any bunch of nuts. 

So they direct me to this chair - RIGHT IN THE JURY BOX.  Like, directly into a jury seat.  I never saw this coming, I thought that perhaps there would be some initiation deal or some shit.   But no, there I am suddenly.  Sitting in a JURY SEAT. 

AND THE TRIAL IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

And before we delve in, the judge sez, in a 'throw-away' sorta way: "…And if anyone present should have a problem or discrepancy with police officers…"

And I go: "Yes, Judge.  I have a problem.  I don't trust Police Officers."

To Be Continued >>>>>>>