#25 There’s No Point In Lying
I helped the prosecution rest his case. I got jammed up during spring break doing dumb spring break stuff. So there I was, in court, to face the music. As I sat there waiting for my turn, I watched person after person speak before the judge. The prosecutor read their charges and some information from the police report, stating what the potential max sentence was for each person. Then the judge asked what plea they wanted to enter.
Almost everyone said “not guilty” and I could see that both the judge and prosecutor were getting tired of their nonsense. FINALLY, my turn came. I was probably second to last after what seemed like hours. The prosecutor read off my charges and cited the police report. The judge looked at me with this “Let’s just get it out of the way, tell us you’re not guilty” look and asked how I pled. “Guilty, your honor.” The judge and the prosecutor both looked at each other and the judge said, “Say again?” I repeated, “Guilty your honor. I did it. Just the way officer so-and-so’s report reads.”
They exchanged looks again and the prosecutor held his papers at arm’s length as to get a better look at them and did the unthinkable. “Your honor, this all reads to me like a case of college prank gone bad. The county moves to reduce charges.” I walked in there expecting some jail time and walked out paying like $110 plus costs. I didn’t really know how to feel about the scariest day of my life turning into one of the happiest ones.
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