“Your Honor,” I nervously began, “I would like to alert the court about a problem I have.”
“Mr. Goldstein,” Justice Berkman fired back, twitching her right eye and interrupting me just as I was about to continue, “if this is about the letter you sent me about Mr. Jankowitz not doing anything for you, then I don’t know what you are complaining about because he has put in a lot of motions on your behalf.”
It was my turn to cut Justice Berkman off. “But Your Honor, I have been in the S.A.I.D. Drug Program for almost six months now,” I asserted, as I handed the court clerk a copy of the letter that Ms. As-suni had given to me days earlier, indicating my participation in the program.
The butterflies that I felt earlier had vanished, and I was now fighting tooth and nail for my life.
“And Mr. Jankowitz isn’t trying to get me into an outside inpatient drug treatment program, which is what I need to straighten my life out once and for all,” I added with a vengeance.
“Mr. Goldstein, I don’t care what you need or want,” Justice Berkman, the woman who held my future in the palm of her hands, answered back angrily. “You should have thought about a drug program before you put a gun towards somebody’s head.”
Even though I remembered that Jankowitz told me to never speak about the specifics of the case so as not to incriminate myself, I felt compelled to strike Justice Berkman’s jab back with a left hook of my own.
“I NEVER put a gun towards ANYBODY’S head,” I lashed out loudly.
“Don’t you raise your voice to me,” this JUDGE JUDY wannabe hollered back. “Officer, remove Mr. Goldstein from my courtroom right this instant,” she added, as her twitching increased with her anger.
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