Jury Duty has been a real pain in the arse. It's a bunch of sitting around until the Assistant District Attorneys get their crap straight. And once they do, we hear a half hearted impression of
Law and Order. Next, if you could only hear our deliberations, oh man, people are dumb. I don't want to sound cruel, but the great people of Brooklyn just aren't that swift. I'm over it.

My prison.

You can't beat it.

Lovely Camden Plaza, best place in Brooklyn to cruise. No pushing needed.

Finally, the worst part of Jury Duty, going into work afterwards. This is the view from my office. Weak, no?
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