Who Was I Tryin’ To Kid?

Sometimes I forget that the system isn’t designed for people such as myself. Or perhaps it’s not that I forget, maybe it’s that I have this deep-seated ridiculous optimistic belief that justice really can be found in a courtroom. I expect judges to be attentive, prosecutors to be reasonable, law enforcement to be truthful. While there might be instances in which one or two of those things happen, I think I have finally finally learned that it is only in imaginings when all three fall into place.

I’ve decided to forego an attorney. Mostly because he’d probably just impede my fun. And without that I am lost.