A bitch is exhausted and more than a little freaked out. This bitch was down at the Civil Court building at 8am in the morning.
8 o’clock in the motherfucking morning! Jesus, a bitch is glad my ass didn’t go to law school! Not that a bitch saw any lawyers there at 8 o’clock in the morning…they may have been there, but this bitch could barely see anything with only one fucking cup of coffee in my system and 2 fake-assed government regulated pseudo-Sudafed.
To top it off, they didn’t start calling numbers for hours…HOURS! A bitch could have slept in.
Finally, they call a bitch…then we sit…someone printed off a ton of pages of something…then we were escorted across the street, up the stairs…where we stood…for fucking ever!
Finally, the door opens and we are called in by number, which confused a bitch because didn’t my ass just give you my number? Shit, my fucking number is on this tacky assed badge you are making a bitch sport so that every criminal in the place knows whom to whack once the verdict gets back!
A bitch sat down and finally a very judicial looking judge began to speak…
…about a criminal trial…
…regarding multiple counts of rape, sodomy and abuse of a child.
Oh, Lawd have mercy!
A bitch didn't land on that jury. Thank Gawd! My ass can say that 'cause a bitch didn't get picked.
Justice...unscripted...can be raw and brutal.
Inhale deep cleansing breath...
Soooo…this bitch gets to go back for round #2 tomorrow morning.
They don’t even have doughnuts or coffee….
...but they do have a smoking lounge...
Ain't that a bitch?