Homeless - 74

Hiya,

The court thing...

My man bag experienced a problem the first time through the security gate. I was asked/requested/ordered to empty the contents for examination. Of course, I complied since I left the grenades, knives, two weapons and their reloads in BT. I also left the only two orgasm bombs I have remaining in the vehicle. They are area-effect devices with a 4 kilometer range that, when detonated, momentarily ...distracts... men and women for a few moments. Anyway, I emptied the contents - cell, digital voice recorder, change that I keep in a Ziploc bag, cigs, lighters, nail file, a couple of note pads and several pens, wallet, keys, compact mirror, candy, etc. There was also the dental floss. I thought of saying I could kill all of you with this floss to the officers but realized humor could be counter-productive at this juncture. They were satisfied that nothing untoward was in my purse and waved me through. However, they didn't realize that they just allowed the deadliest weapon on the planet into the premises - me. I have spent years forging my body within the fire of my will, transforming it into a unstoppable death-dealing machine that is...never mind.

At the appointed time, I entered the courtroom with the other citizens and OMG, I was glad that there were officers present. Naturally, the first bench was vacant and I planted my young ass right there and removed my cap and bitch purse. After a few minutes, another officer came into the court room followed by the judge...and she was hot. No sirree, no old crony but an attractive woman. I thought if she saw me licking my eyebrows, she would immediately dismiss the ticket. Now, the thing is, when both entered the room, they looked right at me making eye-contact. It wasn't as if I was the only one there - the place was packed. I was suave and debonair and to my credit, didn't puke out of fright. I did wonder what was going on that I was identified right off the bat. It's not like I'm there on a daily basis.

As the procedure goes, if they call out your name at scheduled times, you were given a free pass - citation dismissed. My name wasn't called the first couple of times and I thought I was in for the long haul with the worst possible outcome. I made arrangements at work that I wasn't going to be there that day. There were a couple of breaks in the proceedings that I used for smoke breaks outside, after properly bundling up. I pulled the hood up and endured. I noticed a few homeless wandering about, digging in trash cans on the city streets. They were wrapped in whatever insulation they could find. Looking at them, I thanked the spirit of the universe for granting me what resources I possess.

A short time before noon, the court had another 'free pass' session where if they call your name, you are free to go. The officer ran down the list, calling out full names in a monotone voice, processing each person by stamping a form and giving it to them. And then he said 'Mr. Jones' in a different voice, looking right at me, and so did the judge. Kinda made me nervous but again, I didn't puke or soil myself out of fear. I walked to the officer's station where he stamped a piece of paper and gave it to me and directed me to another room. I expressed my appreciation for the kind consideration that I was granted and went to the indicated room. I was greeted by a woman by name who had a large, muscled officer. Is there a reason for having big guys with large weapon belts in such places?

As I was handing her the stamped form, she cheerfully said, 'Good morning, Mr. Jones' and I replied in kind. She mentioned that I was noticed on location at a early hour. I said I wanted to make sure that I was on time. She updated the database and put another stamp on the form and handed it back to me. She told me I was free to go and to keep hanging in there.

Now, all of us experience those trivial sayings throughout the course of a day. However, there are times when something else penetrates the armour of our daily concerns. Some would call it intuition where information is processed in a non-linear fashion that yields a result not obtainable by logic. It's always accompanied by an emotionless spike of understanding, bereft of egocentric concerns - at least that is how it goes for me. When she said keep hanging in there, it seemed to me she knew of my situation also.

It seems that more people are aware of me that I am aware of them - unknown attention.

Anyway, I have continued to sleep at the same location without any authoritative resistance.

Later,

David