Guilty
“He’s gonna take the police officer’s word over yours nine times out of ten.” Patrick returned to the courtroom pew where I was sitting and informed me that he’d be changing his plea from ‘not guilty’ to ‘no contest’ upon the advice of the bailiff. “But you’re not guilty!” I said, the volume of my voice not really qualifying as a whisper anymore. “I know. But what can I do? He’s right.” Patrick was in the city center one evening engaged in his work with the street paper when someone came up and took a seat beside him. This individual had been drinking and wasn’t yet done. That’s when the officer came up, took Patrick’s new bench neighbor away for public intoxication, and issued Patrick a citation for violating the open container ordinance. I had come along to court with Patrick in support and to vouch for his...