The Stand
“If someone had told me three months ago I’d be standing before a tribunal today, I’d be pissin’ lizards,” a dour old man said into a court microphone. The trial of Frank Krancic had barely started and already the reporters were already collecting colorful aphorisms like Halloween candy. “I didn’t ask for the position of high priest, nor did I shirk my duties during my occupation of it. But I did find many problems within the collective.”
“Mr. Krancic, if you could stick to the matter at hand,” said a stern looking judge. Her hand remained grasped on her gavel in case Frank made for the judges seat.
“Of course, your honor.