- Joined
- May 1, 2021
My notes verbatim:
Also, that girl with the tights sitting next to me? Call me, I'll make you dinner.
"Ethan Ralph is the LOUDEST mfr in the hallway, I can hear him talking about being a freelance reporter as I hit the second landing. Every other hallway of the courthouse is almost devoid of people except this one, where an entire set of benches opposite room 205 is filled. Ralph catches my eye instantly, he's leaning forward in his seat and staring expectantly towards the landing for possible enemy combatants and the cartel. It's shocking how undressed Ralph is in comparison to the rest of the attendees, where the typical attire seems to be slacks and buttons, our intrepid hero is wearing his best gray jeans with shittily done skull embroidery, and a loose-fitting baseball jersey. He's also periodically standing up and scanning for new arrivals. He's staring at me right now, his piglike eyes burning into me as if he's trying to identify a stray percoset on a carpet halfway across the room. He has with him a single piece of paper, I'm infuriated that his handwriting is visibly better than mine. The camera really does add 120 pounds.
Nick Rekieta's appearance came with zero fanfare, with Kayla in tow trying her best to stay firmly within his shadow while staring at the linoleum. She looks visibly nervous, arms clutched tight to her chest and her trailer park whore tattoo proudly displayed above her TJ Maxx wedges. Nick offers handshakes and backpats to his legal team, looking unruffled, almost as if he had practice acting functional as a result some kind of substance abuse. He is also the best-dressed one in the hall, his bright blue suit contrasting strongly against the muted colors of the sport coats around him.
When room 205 opens, it fills almost instantly, all attendees quietly shuffling to the two rows in back. All attendees except for Ralph, who immediately plops down in the first seat of the front bench. He appears disheveled, with his rapidly greying hair matted to his red and peeling scalp. He also looks physically uncomfortable, he's fidgeting a bit and this is the longest I've ever seen him go without words, it's hard to imagine a manlet like this losing control, let alone successfully threatening anyone with his presence. The first thing Nick does when he enters the courtroom with his team is pick at his beard. This is where my diligent reporting stops and court nonsense begins.
Nick Rekieta's appearance came with zero fanfare, with Kayla in tow trying her best to stay firmly within his shadow while staring at the linoleum. She looks visibly nervous, arms clutched tight to her chest and her trailer park whore tattoo proudly displayed above her TJ Maxx wedges. Nick offers handshakes and backpats to his legal team, looking unruffled, almost as if he had practice acting functional as a result some kind of substance abuse. He is also the best-dressed one in the hall, his bright blue suit contrasting strongly against the muted colors of the sport coats around him.
When room 205 opens, it fills almost instantly, all attendees quietly shuffling to the two rows in back. All attendees except for Ralph, who immediately plops down in the first seat of the front bench. He appears disheveled, with his rapidly greying hair matted to his red and peeling scalp. He also looks physically uncomfortable, he's fidgeting a bit and this is the longest I've ever seen him go without words, it's hard to imagine a manlet like this losing control, let alone successfully threatening anyone with his presence. The first thing Nick does when he enters the courtroom with his team is pick at his beard. This is where my diligent reporting stops and court nonsense begins.
