I got the summons in August. I honestly wouldn't have opened it, but I was propped up on the couch, zoned out on meds.....And my neighbor dragged it in. Jury Duty. I was granted a reprieve. The courthouse is old and the stairways climb four stories high before you reach the top. They believed me when I said I wouldn't make it that far on crutches toting that concrete block. And I was telling the truth.
And then they rainchecked me. No "get outa Dodge" ticket this time lady. Your turn at the wheel.
I'm home now. And JSYK, I've been on trial all day. My life. My dirty laundrey aired in front of 16 peers, a defendent, three attorneys, a judge, and an audience. Every nightmare I've lived through, drudged back up, regurgitated in public. "Yes, but still....." "But certainly you would...." "But, don't you believe...."....."But what if....." "But that was just one police officer...." "But, couldn't you?...."
Needles in my eyeballs. Needles in my heart.
"No sir, No ma'am, No your honor".....
I believe in peace and love. That there's three sides to every story. That I can't judge less I be judged.
I believe if they had made me sit in that courtroom another moment, another day, poking me, I would have lost my mind....