Gabriel
I sat at a scuffed table next to my lawyer. I counted myself lucky that I didn’t have to wear an orange jumpsuit or walk in handcuffs. My head was throbbing so badly that I couldn’t focus on what the judge was saying.
“The charges against Mr. Segretto keep piling on,” the old woman droned, “Since your arrest in December for possession and drunk and disorderly in December, you’ve added two DUIs and a possession with intent to sell.” She glared at me over her half-moon glasses.
My lawyer stood, and took a moment to adjust the lapel of his jacket. “Your honor, we would like to remind you that Gabriel Segretto has been a respected member of the Townline community for almost a decade. However, intense stress in his personal life has caused him to make some rash and regrettable decisi
