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It’s 7:25am Monday morning and I am just heading out the door to catch the 7:46 bus downtown to attend Graham’s court date. It’s a brisk cold morning but I have decided to only wear a dress shirt as it seems they keep the temperature very warm in the old courthouse building… Perhaps it’s the thin skinned judges who prefer to keep people sweating.
The walk doesn’t take long and I quickly glance over the schedule posted by the bus stop. I find my bus but it has a different arrival time, 7:27am. I have missed it and worst yet that was the end of the run for that bus until peak hours in the late afternoon. I start to walk back towards home as I know another bus will be coming by shortly… wait… nope I just saw it pass through the intersection. I have one option left, head back towards the highway and catch a bus into Bellevue and then catch the 550 into Seattle and I should just have enough time to get to the 12th floor… assuming all goes well.
I make it to the highway, and not a moment too soon as the 535 pulls up and we all squeeze into the overcrowded bus. A short but uncomfortable ride ends and just in time to catch the 550 to downtown. I was pleasantly surprised, only a handful of people on this bus. Stop number 1; 5 people aboard, 2; 24 people aboard, 3; okay I didn’t really count but every stop this bus made more and more people came aboard… it’s insanity in a metal toaster.
Finally we arrive at the Pioneer Square Station. I try to maneuver around the people to get out and manage to step on only one person’s shoe, which for me is good.
This next part I will fast forward… Walking… Walking… stop at a crosswalk, j-walk… wait, walk, wait and walk…
I get to the court house doors and notice there is a line outside. This is a lot longer than the last line was a week ago. I figure roughly 12 minutes to make it through the line… the problem was it was 8:50 which didn’t give me enough time. So I stand there and move the couple of inches every couple of minutes listening to two women behind me discuss various crimes they have committed but had never been caught. I get inside the door and look around and there he is, Graham about ? way through the line in front of me. I thought to myself I might end up being late, but he going to be late as well.
About 8 minutes and a list of crimes later Graham is next in line to go through security. He is wearing light tan pants, brown oxford shoes, and a white pressed shirt with a tan/golden striped tie, a black suit coat with matching black overcoat. If I didn’t know him from Pete I would assume he was a well-off somebody which is the image he likes and wants to portray. He rolls around the new luggage and a Bellevue Friends of the Library Bag.
I contemplate through the rest of the line if I should go to the 12th floor or start with the 8th floor since that’s where he was last Monday. I make it through security… again a breeze have been through it a zillion times now… I decide I am going to take the gamble and I go to the 8th floor. I walk down the long vacant hallway and the courtroom he was in last week was dark. Gamble, did not pay off. I take the elevator up to the 12th floor and walk through that hallway to the courtroom. No Graham. Did I miss it? Had he been here and is now gone? I looked over the daily calendar but his name was not listed. I thought to myself okay he is here but he is not listed… this seems odd. I look over to the other calendars listed and there was his name William Graham Plea Court W921. I had no clue where W921 was so I stood in line at the 12th floor admin window… I kept thinking it’s getting so late I am going to miss everything… HURRY UP. There were 2 gentlemen ahead of me asking something… I didn’t care what it was because right now I needed to know where I needed to go… and I needed it now. Finally my turn. Answer… duh, the 9th floor.
I take the elevator to the 9th floor, walk down another hallway, find W921 and open the door. There was Graham sitting in the waiting benches and about 6 people who work for the courts including some Public Defenders and Prosecutors. It’s a guess but the look he gave me was one of ugh, you found where I needed to go.
So we sat there… I sat in front of him and to his right away from the door. We sat and waited and waited. Finally a judge appears… we rise, we site and here we go…..
First case was plea for a gentleman in custody. Then another gentleman and so on for a couple more cases. Then I notice a Public Defender walking up to Graham and talking to him. He gets up and leaves the courtroom. I have no clue where he is going so I ask the same Public Defender where Mr. Hnedak was going. She said to the 12th floor. So I leave the courtroom and head to the elevators. I see Graham enter a elevator heading up. I wait for another elevator to come which seemed like a lifetime. I get on the elevator, take it to the 12th floor, walk down the hallway and no Graham. Did I mis
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tonight i stopped into a bar after work and hung out with this girl sadie. she is someone that i enjoy seeing out. and she is on top of paying attention to a lot of things. which is impressive as a lot of people are not. she introduced me to a gay man carlos, that had some similar music tastes as me and some kid billy that i could tell was trying to read me the entire night. i introduced them to my friend jared, billy and he reciprocally returned abrasive remarks for most of a half hour. it was a ridiculous standoff where both were trying to be cool with homosexuality and at the same time calling each other fag in a derogatory fashion. it was passive aggressive homophobia where both seemed to be hiding a personal homosexual inquiry. it was odd. we called them both out on it and it seemed to at least calm the situation a bit. i went upstairs, to use the restroom. after i had finished the restroom i jumped this hollow core door, locked with a master lock, attempting to keep the bar peoples out of the off limits part of the upstairs. i proceeded to the windows at the front of the loft area, and laying on the floor there i found a regular sized flagpole style faded american flag that i held up and then rolled up and put into the front pocket of my sweatshirt to bring home as my own. i again jumped the door and returned to the main floors action. jared, i, and this guy named bob macmann (a drifter sort who was on a layover train stop in san antone, from chicago to tuscon arizona, whom jared met and invited to his appartment just outside of downtown) went on to jareds home where we were to await a call from the other group of peoples mentioned just before. we never received their call. i am certain it was due to the odd emotional confrontation elaborated upon earlier. bob, who kept insisting he had spent a lot of time in florida,tennessee,san fransisco and austin, jared and i proceeded to get ourselves to jareds appartment. we continued this night of debauchery and watched the cockroaches dance on the ceiling. i took 5 pictures of the two of them and the bugs in different situations. once both in the same frame. bob told us of his daughter tierra monet macmann, and how they, her parents and her, decided on her middle name. she was about our age. they, her parents, intentionally did not give her a middle name as an act of rebellion. rebellion to whom i cannot remember, but i don't really remember it making sense either. bob kept up with our sporadic ideas most of the time, often it was like he was agreeing in a manner that was way to general to be believable. but i do believe his intentions, whatever they were, were in the right place. i am sure he absorbed but won't remember the names of about 2o current movie titles and soundtracks songs as well as artists names and other things even i can't remember. "hip" young kids like us do like to talk and ramble. there certainly was a lot to digest. he excused himself early and we offered him directions back to the amtrack station, even though jared did offer him his couch to crash on for a few days. this decision to offer was based on a conversation earlier in the evening that i had no part of. jared obviously was not intimidated by bob or his manners as he went out of his way to make him feel at home. i shortly departed as well, as jared was ready to sleep. it was damn crazy.
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