So It Begins
Twenty Years and a Car Seat on the Table
What am I doing here? I'm looking up at a judge, beet red in his face. He is so enraged, I can’t understand his words. I know why he is mad. My client did not show up for his trial this morning.
I'm in Prestonsburg, Kentucky, for my first trial as the new director of the Public Defender’s office. They hired me a couple of months ago and sent me to the Criminal Defense College in Macon, Georgia, for intensive training.
They didn’t cover this situation…a raging judge, an absent client.
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