Jury Duty Sketches
The last time I was in Miami, I found some sketches in my mom’s garage, and they triggered the story behind a court case that happened over twenty years ago.
For two weeks, I was part of a jury on a heroine trafficking case. The police caught the defendants in a reverse-sting operation in New York City outside a Nathan’s. It was tried in Miami because the deal started there, if I remember correctly.
We weren’t supposed to talk about the case to anybody, including our fellow jurors. Fascinated by the tale being unraveled before us, I wanted to express it somehow and could only do it by taking my memories out of the courtroom and drawing them in my sketchpad during my lunch hour, and I suppose I wanted to use it (and notes I may have taken) for some future work that never came into being.
Our case ended in mistrial.