PostSecret

You guys have seen the link under my cool stuff. I forget how I started reading it, but found myself checking it every week. When I finally figured out how to link it to my page... There it went.

Today I don't remember why I keep reading it. I think it had something to do with the humanity/creativity/spark of introspection that makes me wonder what my secrets would look like. So many of the secrets posted truly hurt my heart. I do understand it is a necessary thing for people to be able to express... but wow.

Today the Mole escorted me to my appointment through the Governmental Building that houses the 19th JDC. He has to stop often to speak to people. He knows everyone worth knowing. He is trying to destroy my sense of naivete. Much like Shy, he is of the opinion that as soon as I get some swagger about myself, I will be a bad bad man and a force to be reckoned with. So much of my interaction with him (as with Bond) are a series of tests. He says things to get a rise and then seeks to see far that rise can be pushed. He suggests that I take a good look at the people we pass outside of courtrooms... and comments that some of the people we pass will not the see the light of day except from a jail cell, for a long time. It is a harsh concept to grasp. He shows me the handcuffs that lock a defendent's ankles and wrists... they are called "bunny hoppers" because you can't walk properly.

But the creme de la creme comes on the way out. A clean shaven and well pulled together gentleman is waiting outside of a different judge's courtroom (my appointment was on the side of chambers, a trial was about to start and we stopped in a few more chambers to shake some more babies... I mean hands). They exchanged pleasantries, the gentleman is about to have a new baby girl. We get into the elevator and the mole whispers "Son-of-a-B*tch". He further explains that the gentleman was a private investigator for the D.A.'s office. He went to the police academy with the Mole's daughter, 2 weeks into the academy it came to light that the gentleman was molesting his niece and had been for several years.

It was all I could do not to be sick in the elevator.

This man is not only going to have a child, but a female child.

I imagine this as a secret he would not tell his child, implications of whether we would touch her aside, and I imagine what it would look like on a card. and I hope it chokes him.