May 12, 2005

Psych Ward

I have two cases in the largest municipal court around. Same incident. I went to see the prosecutor for the judge to whom the cases were assigned. A large police officer stopped me before I could get to the door. He asked me what I wanted. I told him. He checked his watch. 3 p.m.

"Impossible," he said.
"I'm a lawyer. I want to talk to the prosecutor and try to work out these cases. If that happens, your fellow officers won't need to come to court." I think he liked that bullshit.
"I'll check if he's here. They're usually gone by three," he said, leaving his 2-inch TV to go into the office door.
He came out of the door. "He's coming to get you."

Earlier, as I was leaving another court house, I spotted a twenty-something guy with crooked teeth and a small growth of wiry, blond hair on his chin. "PSYCH WARD" was printed on his orange shirt, a series of numbers beneath it.

"You supposed to be in court today?" I asked, walking by.
"Yeah," he said, face brightening. He thought I was his lawyer.
"You don't wear a dumb-fuck shirt like that," I said. Then added, "And shave whatever you call that thing on your chin."

The couple sitting a few chairs down guffawed.

Posted by Bill at May 12, 2005 06:41 PM
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woulda been justice if they did send him to the psych ward.

Posted by: mark at May 12, 2005 07:00 PM