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gavel once again as this time he yelled, "Bailiff, remove the Hunt’s from the courtroom."
    Not giving a fuck about appearances anymore since I saw they were removing Boogie from the courtroom as well, snarled at the judge and vehemently stated, "Court's over anyway, you fucking peckerwood."
    Shocked and stone-faced the judge stated, " You're in contempt of court. 5-days in county lock up".
    "Fuck you and your county," I screamed while momma tried to shut me up.
    “Lil Bit, hush child. Your brother’s already on lockdown. I need one of my children safe at home.”
    “Nah, fuck that momma, fuck this bullshit ass system with their racist, peckerwood judges. Fuck that, fuck him, fuck the county and fuck anyone who disagrees with me,” I yelled while onlookers seemed to be mixed in their reactions. Some were holding their fist in their air while nodding their heads in agreement while some fanned themselves and shook their heads whispering. I could tell they were asking the person sitting next to them what’s wrong with me? Truthfully I didn’t care until I heard a familiar voice say, “Well somebody needed to say it.”
    Well I be damned it was my ex best friend at one point in time, Misty. We didn’t have any beef but our friendship faded after she realized fucking Boogie was a mistake. He was a dog who didn’t show her too much respect as he did his main chick. I guess it hurt her heart having to visit me and see him. Sometimes his girl Tanesha would be coming out the room none the wiser.
    I didn’t fight to keep Misty’s friendship. Truth be known I didn’t blame her but I did blame Boogie for passing his place and fucking my friend. We both knew if roles were reversed he’d put a hole in his friend’s back for fucking with me.
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    The judge droned on as I continued screaming fuck him and trying to finagle my way out of the bailiff’s grasp. Misty yelled some more, “I got your back Dee.” She then started yelling fuck the system and those in support of my frustration with the system started chanting with her. My mouth was the strongest and loudest though and the judge seemed to want to stick it to me.
    "Ten days," the stone faced judge stated.
    We went on a few more times with the audience chanting along with me and Misty. When it was over and done, I had forty days in county lock up and a year of psychological outpatient treatment ordered for me for the contempt charge and twenty days for attempting to incite a riot due to the audience in the courtroom taking my side and chanting with me.
    The bailiff whispered to me, "Sheesh you got off easy compared to the last brother who went back and forth with Judge Middleton. They received nine months on Riker's Island, two years’ parole supervision and two years’ psychiatric treatment upon release with no chance of getting out early for good behavior.
    Hearing that I shook my head but was grateful I wasn't the brother the bailiff was talking about.
    After being escorted out the courtroom by the bailiff, I was taken to bookings in the courthouse while waiting for transport to Riker's. Thank goodness my cousin Clarissa had Dorah or she'd definitely would have been in foster care. It would have been a fight to get her out from the system. Due to the fact momma suffered deeply from bipolar disorder, I didn’t feel she was equipped to handle a child at Dorah’s age for too long. No matter how much she reminded me she was our sole caregiver at one time, I still didn’t budge from this mind frame. Also because there were a few times she experienced hallucinations.
    The counselor we went to had a family session with Boogie, myself and momma just to let us in on her treatment plan. He wanted us to inform him if we thought it would be too much for us to handle.
    Boogie and I were in agreement, she was our mother and we’d ride out whatever she was going through as long as