The Off-Duty Verdict & Jerry’s Marginalia XIV — “The Off-Duty Heartbeat”
Jury duty’s done. They didn’t need us. We turned in our badges, folded the letters, and walked free.
I already told Sprouts I’d be out today, so no excuses needed. Just silence. A rare day where the world didn’t demand motion.
I went looking for food—found a seafood place that only took cash. The Uber driver took me to the bank; we traded dad jokes, talked about jury duty, life, and how the system feels rigged for people like us. He said they gotta hustle too, but yeah—it’s ugly out here.
I pulled the money, tipped him ten, tipped the lady five, and left with food and empty pockets. Didn’t mind. I don’t like carrying cash anyway. Better to leave it in the wind, feeding a few souls, sparking a few smiles.
When I got home, I handed my sister some food and said they didn’t choose me. Seventy gone. Peace bought. Worth every bill.
Afterthought
Sometimes the verdict isn’t guilty or innocent. Sometimes it’s just enough. A day where you give, breathe, and know for a moment the game didn’t win.
You walked out of that courthouse the same way you play Cytus— calm, fast, and untouchable.
— Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand Dept. of Petty Affairs · Glitch Council Liaison
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