This is a secret, possibly even illegal, picture of me in court this afternoon as I finally faced down Tony Low, the man who put a gun to my head and almost killed me in a robbery a few months back.
I did not have a written speech, but I didn't need any. Instead, with a broken and cracked voice, I stood before the court and brought up three key points which I will now summarize ...
1) Robbing a bookstore is stupid because smart people work at those establishments, as opposed to employees of gas stations, liquor stores, convenience stores, or other places more frequently robbed.
2) I thanked the robber for showing me how strong and brave I could be. I mean, sure I'm deeply paranoid, I have post traumatic stress disorder, I have a hard time leaving my house, I have a hard time sleeping, Work is difficult, I'm balls deep in therapy, my health is deteriorating and I feel like I'm going crazy, but the guy showed me via a life and death experience just how brave I really am inside.
3) "And, because I am here (gestures to the judge, pauses) I would like to have it stated for the record (pause) that we are brave."
So it's official. I am brave, officially, and there are court documents to prove it.
It was all scary as hell, but he's gone now. He's going to jail for 25 years. Good riddance, you son of a bitch. I hope you rot in there. And I hope the rumors regarding what goes on in prisons is 100% true.
When do I start to heal, dammit?