Couldn't stop thinking about the sexual assault trail jury that I was on.
There was nowhere near the volume of evidence presented. No injury, internal or external, just her word against his
I watched the prosecution lawyer introduce the regret narrative
There was absolutely a sense in the jury that this was a drunken night that went wrong. That a verdict of guilty would be harsh on the wee lad who just wanted a ride. Everyone m/f could relate to an drunken advance that went wrong.
I can't make it today but I be there in spirit