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Беда́ (никогда́) не прихо́дит одна́


The big boys court is just up the road from my work, which means that if you walk down that street of a morning, you often see the real nasty charactersinnocent until proven guilty being loaded from a cage on wheels into a cage around a door (leading to another cage just inside the door, one suspects). I usually have the camera safely tucked away, lest we have some kind of misunderstanding.

justice
a full Phil meant
nothing of it.

"a joke,
a stupid joke
gone wrong"
(fuck
forgive me
look at me
don't judge
me)

to the charge
in court
(a full
six months later)
phil could only say
"sorry"

nothing
(quite so
dramatic)
was intended.

Comments

stromsjo said…
(Didn't quite catch you drift as far as today's title is concerned.)

Regarding the wall, yes by all means. It's got character. I'd give it another try without the sign, letting the pattern go wild and... well, slightly wild then.
Beth said…
I had an office in this building for a few months. Came out my door one day and nearly ran straight into a double-axe murderer and his armed escort.
Do not make eye contact.
Irina said…
I wonder what made you choose such a title for this post and whether you know what it means.
Colette Amelia said…
Well after being to court meself and getting worse treatment from opposing council than one who is a mass murderer...and getting a lousy settlement I must say that I am very dubious that any Justice goes on in those buildings. Law maybe not justice.
KL said…
Errr....what sort of misunderstanding can happen because of your camera?
Kris McCracken said…
Per, I understand it as "trouble never comes alone". I could be wrong however!
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, bloody axe murderers. They're always such awkward social situations with them!
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, as I said to Per, I think that it means "trouble never comes alone", but I'm relying on someone else's translation, which is always fraught with danger!
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, well, justice and the law are not the same things of course. I try to avoid such places...
Kris McCracken said…
KL, when you're talking edgy police and hardcore criminals, the presence of a camera can generate all sorts of misunderstandings!

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