CS: I Don't Wanna Cause No Fuss, Too Much, Magic Bus

Saturday, April 8
8:10 am, V----- and Carl were the only crew members at the Broadway Junction stop. It was 65 degress and rainy. V----- had good news, his current injunction is without jail time, so he just has to finish his Community Service hours. Of course V----- did say that his mother called his ex-wife and threatened to cut out her eyes if she went through with charges. Carl congratulated him on his perseverance.

"My what?" he asked. "Sticking with it, you know. You knew you were overcharged and they weren't going to let you off easily, but you stuck to your guns." I replied. "Yeah, that last judge hated me, boy. It's not like I said anything in court, it's like he hated a pile of court papers. Three years probation, whew." Said V----- as he lit a cigarette. I said it was the same for me.

I was over-charged as a Class "A" Felon, then a "B", and then a "C". I refused all Felony Pleas, the DA said it would go to trial. It proceded, settling on a misdemeanor some what like a broken kite might settle on pile of rocks. I was told that not being convicted as a felon was a major blow for the DA. She did not appear on my sentencing day. Instead she sent some one else from her staff with hair that was much more overdyed than hers.

Blond is not one color, and your drapes should always match your rug. But the court is not about nuance. By 8:25 am the van pulled up, Carl and V----- were still the only two crew members at the location. Mr. B----- told them to sign in and waved them goodbye. Carl asked him how many hours he had left, this should have been the last weekend. "Maybe next week." he said. Carl nodded and walked back to the train station.

Epilogue
Well, I guess next Saturday is my last Community Service week. In Theory. On the way home I stopped by the farmers market at the Borough Hall stop. I looked at all the signs of Spring: potted primroses; peach branches for forcing; tulips; the smell of coffee. At this time of the year I'd be standing in a wet field teaching children horticulture. I miss the smell of wet dirt and the sound of children laughing. I have to say I even miss the A.D.D./O.C.D. kids at the garden. Instead I spend Saturdays in East New York wondering when Community Service will end.

No one wants to admit they have an ugly baby. I'm proud to say that any time DA G------ might think of me, I'd be her ugly baby, that wierd case from the summer of 2004 that she could not prosecute.

Mean while there's the matter of Civil Court. Friday's plaintif deposition was postponed until Wednesday next week. Mine might be moved to another day. I have to call my Civil lawyer on Monday to find out what is really going on that week. I hope I don't lose another client with rescheduling, as I did during the Criminal Trial. That would be the financial nail in my coffin.

Scores on the board:
6 - 6 = 0 IC sessions
12 - 12 = 0 AM sessions, Graduation Monday evening, April 10
70 CS hours have been theoretically completed. But next week will be my supposed last week, so I've been told.

New on the Horizon: Civil Court