1.27.2003
MURDER was the case that they gave me
it has been a while since i last blogged, and i've not been in the mood, so i haven't. all weekend i've been nursing this migraine brought on by my good friend, aunt flow. "uhh, mr. hall, i was surfing the crimson wave, i had to haul ass to the ladies." damn, it's fun being a girl. :)
anyway, jury duty brought much more entertainment than anticipated. ronald and i went on a friday, which now i understand and will have to do it the next time i'm called, and it turned out cool cause there was hardly anyone there and they were only trying to find jurors for two trials. one of the trials was supposed to last 3 weeks, and if you could do that, they needed you to commit for that long. the other one was supposed to be an average kinda deal, which is probably 3-4 days, if that even. anyway, nobody at my work said anything about how long i could be gone, so i went for it and just sat back to see if i could get seated for the 3 week trial. well, they started calling names at about 10am and i was called.... i walk in and the judge (who was the judge for the westerfield pre-trial... a semi-celebrity, i'd have to say) begins to tell us that this will be a criminal trial. okay, this is fine by me, the thoughts of what actually constitute a criminal trial didn't really run through my head, so i wasn't thinking anything of it. he then proceeds to tell us the penal code of the law that has been broken and why this person is being prosecuted. let's see, he utters the words "ms. (yes, a ms.) so and so is being charged with penal code ONE EIGHTY-SEVEN(A)." now, i've listened to enough rap songs and am down enough with the lingo to know this woman is being charged with HOMICIDE. HELLO???!!! it was crazy. i can't even begin to explain. anyway, to make the story short (cause i've told it a thousand times) i didn't get chosen. i was in juror seat #2, and the prosecution dismissed me. i was a little on the fence as to whether or not i wanted to be on the jury. they were going to show autopsy photos and all... and the trippier part was that she was filipino. not that i don't believe filipinos can't break the law, but i know her witnesses would have been her family and i would have had to listen to that fob accent until my eyes fell out. but it was definitely a bad-ass experience. it would have been cool to serve on a civil trial for like 2-3 days about something lame like people suing cause they are fat from eating mcDonald's, but i wasn't so lucky. MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME (say it like you are snoop dogg).
another story from that fun day was that in the morning, these two guys were going around downtown begging for change (but for some reason, they had fooled themselves into believing they had legitimate reasons for begging for money) and ronald gave one of the guys a quarter and the other one tried to ask me and (if you know me, cause i was telling the truth) i told him i didn't have any change (or cash, for that matter) on me. so later that day as i'm sitting and waiting for neneng, crissy, chakee and trizza to pick me up that same dude comes up to me. he walks up to me and has the balls to say "um, do you speak english?" excuse me, mother fucker??? did you just insult me when i know you are going to proceed to beg me for money???? it caught me so off guard that i just looked at him in disbelief and uttered a half-laughing, half-you are a dumb shit "yeah." and he goes "do you have 3 quarters that i can have for the trolley?" so i say "nope, and this is the 2nd time you've asked me today." AND THEN (no and then) AND THEN (no and then) he goes "no, you're the first person i've asked today." okay, maybe if i had made that "this is the 2nd time" shit up, i would have believed him, but it REALLY was the 2nd time he'd asked me. i just couldn't believe it. homeboy had some balls. it still makes me laugh.
saturday was pretty lame. i had no luck finding a job. which, btw, in case you didn't know, mike (of auntie ting) is working at the shoe pavillion here in mira mesa. i told him to hook it up in case he hears about any openings. i have to make a couple follow up calls tomorrow, but it's nothing that sounds too promising. they are opening a bed, bath, and beyond (and since i LOVE blankets, and sheets and comforters) that would be a bad-ass job. they aren't opening until march, but i want to find something in the mean-time just to earn some extra cash. it sucks being an adult.
well, i gotta go. battle of the sexes is on. ooooh, oooooh, i LOVE the drama. i don't like drama in my own life, but much more entertaining to watch!
it has been a while since i last blogged, and i've not been in the mood, so i haven't. all weekend i've been nursing this migraine brought on by my good friend, aunt flow. "uhh, mr. hall, i was surfing the crimson wave, i had to haul ass to the ladies." damn, it's fun being a girl. :)
anyway, jury duty brought much more entertainment than anticipated. ronald and i went on a friday, which now i understand and will have to do it the next time i'm called, and it turned out cool cause there was hardly anyone there and they were only trying to find jurors for two trials. one of the trials was supposed to last 3 weeks, and if you could do that, they needed you to commit for that long. the other one was supposed to be an average kinda deal, which is probably 3-4 days, if that even. anyway, nobody at my work said anything about how long i could be gone, so i went for it and just sat back to see if i could get seated for the 3 week trial. well, they started calling names at about 10am and i was called.... i walk in and the judge (who was the judge for the westerfield pre-trial... a semi-celebrity, i'd have to say) begins to tell us that this will be a criminal trial. okay, this is fine by me, the thoughts of what actually constitute a criminal trial didn't really run through my head, so i wasn't thinking anything of it. he then proceeds to tell us the penal code of the law that has been broken and why this person is being prosecuted. let's see, he utters the words "ms. (yes, a ms.) so and so is being charged with penal code ONE EIGHTY-SEVEN(A)." now, i've listened to enough rap songs and am down enough with the lingo to know this woman is being charged with HOMICIDE. HELLO???!!! it was crazy. i can't even begin to explain. anyway, to make the story short (cause i've told it a thousand times) i didn't get chosen. i was in juror seat #2, and the prosecution dismissed me. i was a little on the fence as to whether or not i wanted to be on the jury. they were going to show autopsy photos and all... and the trippier part was that she was filipino. not that i don't believe filipinos can't break the law, but i know her witnesses would have been her family and i would have had to listen to that fob accent until my eyes fell out. but it was definitely a bad-ass experience. it would have been cool to serve on a civil trial for like 2-3 days about something lame like people suing cause they are fat from eating mcDonald's, but i wasn't so lucky. MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME (say it like you are snoop dogg).
another story from that fun day was that in the morning, these two guys were going around downtown begging for change (but for some reason, they had fooled themselves into believing they had legitimate reasons for begging for money) and ronald gave one of the guys a quarter and the other one tried to ask me and (if you know me, cause i was telling the truth) i told him i didn't have any change (or cash, for that matter) on me. so later that day as i'm sitting and waiting for neneng, crissy, chakee and trizza to pick me up that same dude comes up to me. he walks up to me and has the balls to say "um, do you speak english?" excuse me, mother fucker??? did you just insult me when i know you are going to proceed to beg me for money???? it caught me so off guard that i just looked at him in disbelief and uttered a half-laughing, half-you are a dumb shit "yeah." and he goes "do you have 3 quarters that i can have for the trolley?" so i say "nope, and this is the 2nd time you've asked me today." AND THEN (no and then) AND THEN (no and then) he goes "no, you're the first person i've asked today." okay, maybe if i had made that "this is the 2nd time" shit up, i would have believed him, but it REALLY was the 2nd time he'd asked me. i just couldn't believe it. homeboy had some balls. it still makes me laugh.
saturday was pretty lame. i had no luck finding a job. which, btw, in case you didn't know, mike (of auntie ting) is working at the shoe pavillion here in mira mesa. i told him to hook it up in case he hears about any openings. i have to make a couple follow up calls tomorrow, but it's nothing that sounds too promising. they are opening a bed, bath, and beyond (and since i LOVE blankets, and sheets and comforters) that would be a bad-ass job. they aren't opening until march, but i want to find something in the mean-time just to earn some extra cash. it sucks being an adult.
well, i gotta go. battle of the sexes is on. ooooh, oooooh, i LOVE the drama. i don't like drama in my own life, but much more entertaining to watch!
