He’s sitting in the courtroom, with a smug look on his face. He was disheveled. He looked like he belonged in an institution. I was on the jury, of all people, they made me the head juror. He had robbed the bodega, shot the owner allegedly. The prosecution interrogated three people. one was a detective , the Other2 were prostitutes,. Now after three days it’s time to deliberate. We all go into the room, everyone says that he’s guilty. I being the head juror, was the only one that did not consider him guilty. Reason being, the judge said before we left to deliberate, if you are 99.99. percent sure. That he is guilty, you must make him innocent. when I propose this to the jury members, they were against it. They felt he was guilty and they wanted to go home. I can’t commit someone unless I’m absolutely sure. well nevertheless we were sequestered overnight in a hotel. In the morning, we all decided to make him innocent. It turns out that he was a twin identical twin. he was taking the wrap for his brother, who had a rap sheet as long as your arm. Call it what it is. it turns out that I was right I couldn’t see putting that man away for life. I had a gut feeling he was innocent.