Assault with a Deadly Weapon
Well, children, that was my very first trial. Assault with a deadly weapon. What a disaster!
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“Here are your cases for the week,” the secretary sighed, bored. “You have a trial today. Have fun.” The other prosecutors cheered when I was hired because hundreds of their cases shifted from their desks to mine. I was so new I had to ask directions to the courthouse. I drove my grandma’s 1970 v8 Chevy Nova—it purred in idle and roared on demand.
I first saw that first case on the day of trial. Continue reading