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Offline lowZX14

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Re: Your Jury Duty Story
« Reply #30 on: February 04, 2010, 08:38:36 AM »
Never been on a jury myself, knock on wood, but my wife has this past year on a few occasions.  They get picked her for a few months then excused for a few years.  What I thought was interesting is the other day a nice deputy came to the house and handed her a court summons to appear on the behalf of the defense in an upcoming case.  It's some case against one of the defendants from one of the cases she served on.  She called the courthouse and found out all of the jurors received the same summons so who knows what's up, she has to wait until April to see.

I wouldn't mind being on a jury but the wonderful company I work for definitely won't pay for any of my days off of work.
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Re: Your Jury Duty Story
« Reply #31 on: February 04, 2010, 09:17:17 AM »
Back to the OP. Who buys pot in a crack house?
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Re: Your Jury Duty Story
« Reply #32 on: February 04, 2010, 05:12:39 PM »
Back to the OP. Who buys pot in a crack house?

I just used 'crack' house as a generic term.

The house was actually called a 'trap' house, a term I learned at the trial.  Anyway what they do is get a house in a crapy neighborhood and just use it as a place to sell drugs, a front.  There is nothing in the house that would remind you of a real home, just a ratty couch, scales/bags, tv on a box, a few stolen tires with pimpdaddy rims,  stuff like that.

Would really give you the creeps to see it.

In this case the murdered drug dealer was selling pot in baggies about the size of a golf ball.  He had his 'guard' their with them, and a friend was there as well.