Perhaps it would be different if I was not so emotionally involved. The process stinks, the situation stinks and I did not realize the toll it would take to watch a friend go though this.
They tell me a trial is like a three act play. Act one always ends with a tragedy that seems to be impossible to resolve. We are only half way through Act 1 and the situation seems not just impossible but hopeless. There is no happiness in a courtroom, there is no funny bailiff. Harry Anderson is not on the bench making wise cracks. It is depressing, and sad to think that a person's life will change because of this hap hazard process. I just hope the truth can be seen through this dirty window called American justice.
Although I can't seem to shut my mind off from the subject, I don't think I can write anymore about it here in the blog. If a couple of days are missing a blog, it is better than continuing to think about this.
I'll get back to you when I can think funny again.
As you were,
Jay
1 comment:
awww man! Is this what I have to look forward to? I have jury duty in a couple weeks.
But that's here in NYC Supreme Court...
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