My Day In Court

Oh yeah, I get sleep.
NOT. I stay up and make coffee. I go down and get breakfast and bring it up and then I take a cat nap from 10:00 to 12:00. I get back behind the keys and begin tickling away. Then take a shower, change my clothes pack my bags and leave for the SHOUT OUT. It was a modest crowd, and for some reason I wasn't with it, I made plenty of errors, but what the fuck, it's Karma, right? I'm not worrying or crying. I think we'll all get over it with enough time, what do you think?

After the SHOUT OUT we go out and make a toke circle and DJ shows up. We hang around walking crosstown, and I say goodnight to OBSIDIAN and head home. Only to get tired and go to sleep. My body was crying out for it, and there was no need of me sitting in a Starbucks giving a dope fiend nod all night when I should have had my fucking Black ass in a bed somewhere. Sometimes I have to think for myself, because when you give others that responsibility, you can't cry when things turn out not in your best interests.

I wake up and say: Fuck you, to the medical records. I mean, I go through thirty pages, but I would guess that there's three hundred to four hundred pages here. Almost a full ream, or at least, half of one. Afterwards I contemplate my possible Karmic outcomes.

One. If I had filed for an adjourn- ment, prior to my court date, I would have to have 'Just Cause', meaning that I would have to have had a very good reason for not being able to appear for my court date. Remember this. Two. If I file for an adjournment, AFTER my court date, guess what? I would have to have 'Just Cause', for not being able to appear for my court date. Since in both instances I would have had to have had 'Just Cause', both courses are the same. Both involve Just Cause. So really, I'm forced to do one or the other because....Three. Contrary to popular belief, and this is rather the feelings of a lot of my friends and I know many of you out there in the ether, may share or not, but there is NO FILING FOR AN ADJOURNMENT IN THE COURTROOM. I was told that anyone who goes in to trial representing themselves, has a fool for a lawyer. This may be the case, but one thing that I do know. If you walk into that courtroom, there is no 'throwing yourself on the mercy of the court', neither is anyone going to feel bad for you because you can't prove a case. This is not a feel good game. This is A FACTS game. The basis works like this: You come in, you swing when it's your turn at bat, you fail, you die. Simple. Anyone who wants to cry over that, the answer to that is: "There Is No Crying In Baseball!"

There is a cold, rubber stamp mentality awaiting me. You know how it goes. "BOOM! Next case." What the fuck if they grant me an adjourn- ment or not? Not only that, but I'm really going to be the thorn in their side like I promised. I'm just going to turn around and re-file for another day in court, and another and another, until I GET my fair hearing, which is what this fuck is called, a FAIR HEARING! If you are not a bastard and a son-of-a-bitch and keep knocking on their door to get what you want....and this fucking includes if they don't let me refile my case, you're not going to get shit from these people. I'm just going to send another, and another, and another, until they realize that I want my day in court.

Further...if I lose this case, I'm just going to file for an appeal and go to a higher court, and a higher one and a higher one, until I plateau. Why? Because they are just CRYING to meet someone like me. Someone with time on my hands and someone who, even if he goes to WECARE, will STILL HAVE ABUNDANT time on his hands. I'll be a stick in their caw every day until even they spit me out. Trust me. I have a feverish attention span and the ability of a spotlight to focus all of my attention on what I want. I'm just like a man in prison, I live in a cell, I rarely come out, I'm a ward of the state. Either they let me bust out by finding a job (or fucking give me one) or you'll have me tying up their legal process worse than a Japanese soldier tying up his balls with leather to join a bayonet charge.

That is my plan folks. Not the winning of a single case. I have to remember what the BIG PICTURE is. It is not the win, its the struggle. Remember, it's NOT the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the FIGHT in the dog. I see quite a long love affair between myself and the Judges of the fair hearing. I'll just pile their obscenely tall stacks of paperwork in my room, and shit all over them.

Just to return to where I left off. I did thirty pages. I think I'll do sixty pages every day which will put me on the other side of Thursday before I'm finished, which is just what I was going to ask for, a week's adjournment. And since I have fifteen days, I think that going to them for an adjournment in four days cannot be misconstrued as a misuse of the time allotted to me. So, they WILL NOT see me there this Tuesday. I'm 'Vacating', or 'Abandoning' the case for a better shot at winning. That's the way that I see it. I'm a fool going in there alone anyway, so going in there half cocked is equally foolish. Further, this will give me a chance to contact the Legal Aid Society for advice.

I'm home now, typing my novel and writing emails. I'm not going to worry about this court case, AT ALL, because, if it is my Karma to come out the loser to this entire WORK that I'm doing, then so be it. There's really nothing further that I can do about it. I'm doing all that I can. Employing all of my resources. Karma.

I have to say, I was taking pills to break this anxiety in me. Tons of pills to get up on a stage, to deal with the myrid problems that arise daily from stress, the tears of failure, the pain of woe. I was being beaten down by my own fucking mind...and then suddenly, by reading one book...a fucking book of fiction mind you, not a self help book, but pure, unadulterated fiction, do I find the pill that does it for me with no side effects. Karma. Karma makes you rest. Karma sets the mind and heart at peace.

Now it's time to see if my Karma's true future is in this novel that I'm cooking up better than EMERIL on a grill.

Peace my friends

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