la metropolitan courthouse on a gray day

It's an old building with loads of marble and tile. Yellowed and gray brown, like puss. Influenza phlegm. A long line of men/women wind their way along the floor-- polished smooth from years of foot-draggers. Essentialy one massive cluster-fuck of inner-city street life. A microsm of Los Angeles all gathered together to pay the piper. Care of some fat cop with a qouta to fill. Wife at home, 50 lbs over weight -- counting calories, noshing a king-sized kit kat bar. But back to the courthouse. I paid eight dollars to park. Wandered around a bit, watching the deputy sheriffs' eyeball my USMC cap. Most not bothering to get up from their swivel chairs. Just sat there. Looking up from a copy of the funny pages, to flash a contemptous glare at all us degenerates. Well, it's been about two hours -- looks like I'm up.