I have a night before the trial. I have a night before the trial. I have one night before court, judge, lawyers, Cops & Company. Maybe I will go to jail, maybe not. The charges are battery, fist fights with police. It is a long story. In short, cops took me to jail for a day and judge gave me bond bail $10,000. He asked to come to court in month, and this month will be over tomorrow. I know I am right, they are wrong. Today I am a programmer, tomorrow I maybe in jail, I maybe in news as crazy killer, or I may flee overseas or to God. What will happen in a month? What will happen in a year? Let me pray for me, for Jews, for justice. I am charging the revolver, I am charging the bomb. Birds are flying in the sky, but this sky is dimmer and darker. I am still a programmer, father, friend, co-worker, nice guy in two words. I still have sense of humor, and few bucks in my wallet. What will happen tomorrow? What should happen, will happen. I am just a soldier in someone game, in the game of life. What is the purpose of love? What is the purpose of hatred? Where is life, where is death? Will I go to hell or to heaven? I have one night to find answers for all these questions. Who is me and who are prisoners of conscience? We are going underneath, underground. Save our soul, we are dreaming, we are loosing the mind. It is thunderstorm, and we are in the ocean. Please let me sleep, please let me go. Courts are mess, judges are rude, cops are brainless animals with guns. Lawyers are suit men who speak in English, but their English is weird: so many legal terms, so many garbage. Plus the system is slow, the system is too expensive for ordinary people. So, screw all these rules, so screw all these laws which I don’t know, don’t care, don’t want to know. I am asking for freedom, I am asking for honor. Freedom or nothing, jail term is death for me, that is why I am charging the bomb, that is why I am busy.

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