Author: Erin Feeley

Hey, what’s up, I’m just your average friendly cocktail waitress who got subpoenaed to a murder trial once. I confess, I wish waiting tables was as forgiving as a real job, like prosecuting murder trials. I had to be at court at asscrack-of-dawn o’clock in the morning, or, as listed officially on the government paperwork, nine o’clock in the forenoon. Also, this is apparently a sort of thing you’re supposed to get actually dressed for (oops). They put me in an empty, white, windowless interrogation room where I sat alone in silence and had a panic attack for approximately seven hours and…