So there I was in the Grand Jury room this morning, listening to testimony. After so many times of listening to the same type of cases with almost identical testimony, it's easy to start paying more attention to the crossword puzzle than the details. This wasn't a typical trafficking case, however, as one word jumped out at me.

"Hashish"

Usually, the locals are selling pot, crack, powdered coke, or heroin. Among the pharmaceuticals this guy purveyed, however, was hash. Very interesting, considering the fact that I haven't seen a speck of hash since I moved here, and several years before.

So the officer told us all abouit how he found the guy, and how they established a need to search, and what they found. The Assistant D.A. asked him the usual questions - where it occurred, what time, did he field test the drugs, were the quantities found consistent with selling, etc. Then as always, he turned to the panel and asked if we had any questions.

I didn't mean to say it. Some gremlin within me rose up, took control of my mouth, and made me ask.

"Did he say where he got the hash???"

I swear, I have never been in a quieter room in my life.