...being escorted in, hands and feet shackled, mumbling something under the hockey mask that covered his face.
“What’s he saying?” This was from Michelle or Christy. “He wants to see his kids!”
More laughter.
Jan 14, 2013
The usually quiet and solemn hallways on the second story of the San Bernardino Court House building erupted with boisterous cackling. The unruly and rowdy nature of my ex-wife and her entourage is observably out of place, as they emerge from the stairs, stumbling over each other and into the echoing court halls like drunks exiting the local dive bar after last call.
The doors to the Commissioner Daniel’s courtroom remained closed but the bailiff in department S-11 swings the door open and looks up and down the halls, brows furrowed, for the source of the ruckus.
“What’s he saying?” This was from Michelle or Christy. “He wants to see his kids!”
More laughter.
Jan 14, 2013
The usually quiet and solemn hallways on the second story of the San Bernardino Court House building erupted with boisterous cackling. The unruly and rowdy nature of my ex-wife and her entourage is observably out of place, as they emerge from the stairs, stumbling over each other and into the echoing court halls like drunks exiting the local dive bar after last call.
The doors to the Commissioner Daniel’s courtroom remained closed but the bailiff in department S-11 swings the door open and looks up and down the halls, brows furrowed, for the source of the ruckus.
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