Thursday, August 15, 2019

It’s Like I’m In Some Sort Of Prison.

Myth busted on my first day in court: NO jester.

Yes, I said first day, because I have to go back today. It’s looking slightly in my favor that I won’t have to actually serve, as I’m still watching from the gallery as voir dire is being conducted.

It’s quite the comedown, going from my favorite place – a movie set – to the place where hope goes to die. Courthouses are depressing. Like crucifixion art.

Speaking of which, pray for me.