Vanity. Ares

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the time to peruse all the interesting ticks within
the court’s happening’s, but being on trial I could
not enjoy such mental vanities. I felt that I was in
a room with no exit — my freedom was on trial,
and the procedures were in full effect, as Cesare
spoke words I was not truly listening to. This was
before the first witness or even myself had been
questioned. I listened and just heard the sound of
sirens outside, and the gentle chattering amongst
those in attendance consumed most of my
attention. I remember listening for sounds I could
store in my mind to enjoy later and observing
actions for the same purpose.
I turned my head to the right behind me,
and saw a white lady in a tight green meshed
scoop necked top, chewing gum, next to a man
fidgeting. I turned my head back around and I
then wondered of lunch; hoping it would not be
ravioli, as I did not want to eat that. As this ran
through my mind the judge turned to me and
asked me to walk to the witness stand in order to
question me. I did as she had instructed and stood
in the witness stand whilst she went through a few
segments of the incident; a few vignettes. She
asked whether I accepted that I was in fact at
Beckett’s party, I said yes and this continued for a
while with questions ranging from my date of
birth to particular’s of the incident. After this
initial run down the prosecutor was allowed to
address me and Cesare opened with the words:
“What I will make clear is that this man — via that
of which will be given clear evidence for — should
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