Today I spent most of the day in court. What a wonderful and joyful way to spend the day. Honestly you can spend 4 hours in the Matheson Courthouse and go home to your life and say, "Wow, my life could be worse." I could actually be on a first name basis with the bailiff. My name could be Candy Kane Willis or Moe. I could use the time I'm supposed to be using to request different council to instead profess mad love to my boyfriend (let me add he was a man) and confirm that I went from 300 lbs to 160 in just a few months in jail.
I saw more hairspray, spandex, tattoo's, ink and butt cracks in that courtroom than I ever thought possible. Honestly if I was going to court and I was hoping that the judge wasn't going to stick my uneducated butt in prison or jail I would probably hitch up my pants and wear something that didn't say fu on my t-shirt. That's just me though.
I saw some guy carried out on a stretcher while his girlfriend said, "I'll meet you at the hospital I just want to talk to the lawyer first." No one had bothered to wash their hair and apparently the 'Cool' style is a tire track mohawk right down the middle of your head because I swear every other gangster had this hairstyle going.
Honestly what it made me think was I wish I was a card carry member of the NRA because after seeing the 100 or so cases that I got to watch this morning, and seeing the nasty refuse that was released on the public, it really makes me rethink my stance on guns and carrying concealed in my purse.
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