Couldn't sleep last night.
Couldn't stop thinking about the sexual assault trail jury that I was on.
There was nowhere near the volume of evidence presented. No injury, internal or external, just her word against his
I watched the prosecution lawyer introduce the regret narrative Considering, the jury all agreed that the victim's was the most convincing testimony. People believed her. Literally everyone on the jury. Likewise everyone believed that at best the accused was so drunk he had no idea what was going on, but he certainly wasn't telling the truth.