In LA county is a small version of hell. I'm standing in a long hallway, waiting in a huge line. The people in line are all shapes, and colors and dressed anything from suit and tie down to rope and slippers. I hear many different languages being used around me, as the chick behind me chomps on her doritos. My back hurts as I have just driven four hours to make it here on time.
A chick with bigger boobs than me leans against a wall nearby.. Only difference is that her belly button sits smack dab between hers and mine is at least a foot below mine…
The line starts to move as we all file into the court room.. Time to turn my phone off. I hope this is painless..