Bottles bite back

Salutations my vast imaginary audience. Today I became a man and reported to jury duty. After a lot of sitting, herding, more sitting, watching a lame education movie, and more sitting I was finally put in front of a judge to determine whether or not I could serve as a "fair and impartial juror." Turns out I can't and was immediately dismissed. The man was charged with sexually abusing his step daughter; the man was also guilty of being from Orange, Mass. When His Honor was questioning me he asked if I knew anybody who was either victim or defendant in a similar crime. Sadly, I can truthfully say yes. The judge excused me, thinking my past experience may cause biased. No matter how flagitious the defendant's charges, he deserves a fair trial, I s'pose. Hopefully the onus of proving this man guilty was not too much for the prosecution.

Once I was dismissed, I was let loose into the streets of Greenfield where there's nothing for a young man to do. I walked around, bought some cigarettes, smoked a few, and then looked around. Made another f.y.e. trip; bought the Lady Gaga LP. So fucking happy. I already knew all the songs off it, but that doesn't change the fact that Lady Gaga is an amazing fucking free bitch.
After doing that I...went into every store open. I looked at some actually pretty cool board games in this nerd shop. Smoked more cigs, bought coffee, and it was about 2:45. I got a call that my father would pick me up and to meet him at Walgreens. I walked to Walgreens and lounged in the store for like an hour, and then waited outside. It was kind of cold but not really. My dad came a little after 4, and I went home finally. Oh, and I had a Ruben sandwich for lunch. It was good.

At home I didn't do fucking anything but rock out to Gaga and put away clothes than waste time on my computer, which I'm continuing to do. I'll write more tomorrow, you sexy fucking bitch.