Rush To Judgment

The Rain Was Pouring Down; It Was A Cold Dreary Spring Afternoon As April In The Big Apple Can Be. My Self And The Press Pool Were Standing Out Side The Court House On The Covered Landing. We Were Waiting For The Verdict To Come In. The Jury Had Been Out Sequestered In A Small Room For Six Days; And Were On The Ragged Edge! The Case Involved The Brutal Murders Of Six Known Prostitutes Savagely Beaten In There Beds; With A Baseball Bat While They Slept! The Man Charged With The Crime Was An Ex-Marine. A \Gulf War\ Veteran With A History Of Street Violence Mental Instability At Times; And An Alcoholic! He Saw A Lot Of Action; And Had Medals Of Valor To Prove It! To Bad He Ended Up This Way. I DidnT Think He Fit The Profile As A Murderer! I Was Dropped Off And Left; At St. JudeS Orphanage As An Infant. My Friends Call Me D.J. My Name Is - \Damian Jude\- (Named After The Patron Saint) By Sister Anne The Mother Superior At The Home. I Never Got Adopted! I Was A Drug Addicted Baby! -- IM A Private Investigator!