The Ramblings of A 21 Year Old Pt.2

I finally started my internship at this courthouse in downtown St. Louis. So far - it is very interesting. Learning the law is fascinating, because you can always challenge it because many laws are archaic and unnecessary, but that's another story. Today, the prosecution and the defense selected jurors. There were about thirty of them to pick from and most of them had previously served on a jury before. The person being charged was a young African American male (probably somewhere around my age). The charge: possession of marijuana. Most of the potential jurors decided that the case was pointless to try because marijuana is okay to have and to smoke (as Chris Tucker would say - it's from da earf). Most of the potential jurors had previous biases towards marijuana. Unfortunately, they weren't selected because as with any case, neutral jurors are needed. Ones who can set aside their reasoning and logic and opinions and look at the evidence, listen to the witnesses, etc. During the selection process, there was a potential juror and we kept grinning big because there was this fine sista who was wearing the hell out of her grey suit. He mouthed damn the minute she entered the room. She also happened to be the prosecutor too. There is nothing like a woman that is pleasing to the eye, especially when she is serious about her profession. For lunch, I had a chicken monterey sandwich. I thought about eating at the cafe upstairs, but the menu was too bleak and plus the judge told me that once, a drop of sweat found its way onto a slab of roast beef that was on someone's sandwich. I shunned the 7th floor cafe after hearing that. The only thing I'll buy now is a packaged muffin or some Dole products or perhaps an ice cream bar, although, it is pretty cold here. It was 8 degrees last Saturday. I didn't know that judges have their own elevator that they use. I can understand though because after you have issued a life sentence to someone or charged them with a fine, some people don't take to kindly to the one pounding the gavel and reaching the final verdict. I do have to get gussied up as my uncle frequently says when I go. None of that business casual crap - strictly suits and ties and shoes. They selected the jury, so tomorrow the trial begins. I do feel for the young man though because he looked rather sad sitting in the chair at that table. You could see that he didn't really want to be there, but like the judge says, if you do the crime, you do the time. That's a quirky and very corny saying but it's very on point.

Life in many parts -

Last songs to play....
Anthony Hamilton - Can't Let Go
LL Cool J - Control Myself
Young Jeezy - My Hood
Stevie Wonder - Shelter In The Rain
Chris Brown - Yo
Keyshia Cole - Love
Kirk Franklin - Lookin For You