They tried to lay
a goddam bench warrant on me today. TODAY. THIS MORNING. AT 0936.
SLAUGHTER COURT
HOUSE ROOM FIVE
WTAF? FU FU FU ROT FU I had trouble getting Zoom to connect -- standards -- and I was watching the live stream on YouTube, so while I was frantically tryna be nice -- you know, show up, show respect, SHOW OF FUCKING CLOWN CAR MONKEY SHINES *politest_cough_possible* -- I heard the magic words, "Mister Kook Zie" (they can't call me "Code_Z," that would be too obvious and I think (tm) at this point (Go Watkins!)) and then, within, like, MICROSECONDS, the fuckin' prosecutor (who honestly looks like he's been banging black tar and watching Cape Fear a few too many goddam times lately) chirps in with, "HE'S NOT HERE! I GUESS A DOG ATE HIS BOOK REPORT. THE STATE WOULD ASK FOR FTA, BENCH WARRANT, STRIKE THE TRIAL,
STAT!!!" and he might not have known that I was looking right at his
totesdorbs, scruffy-Saturnine visage framed by mostly-combed-hair while he was saying it, but, I'm telling ya, if he doesn't know it now, he knew it then...
Muthafucka' be
skeered... of
somethin'. Well, I'm not in favor of scaring anyone, let alone an #Official public servant, but, they sure scared the shit out of me --
kudos and since I didn't expect him to be scared, it's hardly on me, is it? Let us pray.
I probably wouldn't like his daughter(s) anyway and I certainly wouldn't make any jokes about her. Of course, he doesn't know that, and... I don't even know who even is a "daugther" anymore. (They told me The Singularity would be like this, but, i daresay I hardly believed it all, until Now. Well, last month, I guess. March Third. Kinda afternoonish, I forget. Wasn't looking at the goddam clock then... yet.)
