Hello, I’m on my jury duty lunch break. The valiant Henry was waiting outside the courthouse, casually leaning against a lamppost, to take me to lunch.
ISN’T HE NICE. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have left the jury room.
“If it weren’t for me, you probably wouldn’t have left the HOUSE yet,” he said with a scowl.
This is not far from the truth.
So far it has been super interesting.
I brought a book and the new issue of Alternative Press, but to be honest, I’m too captivated by the CRIMINALS sitting in the front of the room to do more than gloss over a few sentences.
I’ve already been questioned for one of the cases and it was extremely scary and my palms were sweating and even though they were like, “THERE ARE NO RIGHT OR WRONG ANSWERS” I answered everything and then screamed to myself, “OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDED WRONG.”
And I know I’m not a fan of cops, but there is one CILF that keeps coming into the room.
More later. I have serious business to tend to.
Clearly.