Out Of Jury Duty
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
I got out of Jury Duty during the last months of the Summer of 96, though I didn’t find out I’d gotten out of Jury Duty until the night before. I was dreading having to go to Jury Duty, but I didn’t have to go to Jury Duty. And, Lord only knows why I keep capitalizing the words Jury and Duty.
Often, as I outline my memories while thinking about this lifelong journal, I come up with these topics that, at the time, I think I have a ton to speak about. A lot of times, and this time is one of those times, I sit here wondering what the fuck I thought I was going to have to say about this particular topic. I mean, I didn’t get called to jury duty — so fucking what! Who cares? Let’s please move on.
I didn’t finally have to go to Jury Duty until my second or third day working at Press Access in February 2000 and then it sucked as much as I thought it would back in good ole 1996, even though I didn’t serve and all I had to do was sit there in a room with a bunch of other bored yahoos for half the day.