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totally alone in the world thanks to his mother’s death and no assistance from his father, was tragically learning that lesson firsthand. He had become one of Detroit’s faceless throwaway residents, and his crazy life was as real as shit gets. As Lonnie drifted off to sleep, he started to have the same reoccurring dream; that his beloved mother was still very much alive. Tossing and turning, some of his restless nights were just as long as his tedious days.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    â€œYes, Mister Lonnie Eugene McKay, will you please stand?” The judge held a huge stack of papers tightly with one hand and a ballpoint pen with the other. As she waited, the other occupants in the crowded courtroom grew eerily quiet. Receiving no immediate answer, she once again asked the seemingly preoccupied defendant to show some respect and stand. “Hello, Mister McKay. Excuse this court for trying to conduct its business, but can you follow proper procedure and rise for the reading of the verdict?”
    Staring off into space, Lonnie had to be physically shaken by his lawyer to come out of the trance he was obviously in. Snapped back into reality, the arrested criminal was seconds away from hearing the outcome of his life from twelve of his peers charged with determining his future. Trying not to be defiant, he stopped reminiscing about his past and did as he was asked. Seeing that the defendant had obliged, the judge proceeded to read from one of the many documents she had in her hand.
    â€œAll right, Mister McKay. Back in March of this year, you were arrested after a series of investigations by not only the city of Detroit police detectives, but state and federal officials as well. Those allegations were, and still stand, as five counts of first-degree murder. Those five criminal counts were unaugmented and unchallenged, thus, being consolidated into one trial.” The judge never wavered from her even-toned voice as she spoke directly to the defendant labeled an utter menace in the media. Despite the annoying glare of one of the court TV small-size cameras recording live, she remained cool as a cucumber.
    â€œWhen you were originally apprehended and arrested, you were read your rights. Upon your arraignment, your attorney advised this court, without objection from you, that it was your desire to enter a plea of not guilty by reason of insanity. That plea was accepted by this court pending medical examinations. Those examinations took place, and after consideration of the results, your original plea was thus rejected as you were deemed competent to stand trial. Within your rights, you asked for a jury trial, and it was so ordered. You were advised by your counsel as well as this court that each one of the five felony murder charges you are facing are punishable by life imprisonment with no possibility of parole if found guilty. If convicted today, you will immediately be returned to the county jail where you have been held at for the duration of these legal proceedings, and then remanded to the State of Michigan Correctional Department and be under their jurisdiction throughout the extent of your sentence. Are those facts clear to you, Mister McKay?”
    Once again, getting no type of response from the dangerous offender awaiting his fate, she posed the question to him in another manner. “Mister Lonnie Eugene McKay, have you heard what was just stated to you? Are you comprehending what this court is relaying to you, or are you deliberately choosing to be defiant? Be advised, either way, these proceedings will continue in a timely fashion. I hope you understand that much to be true.”
    As the occupants of the courtroom and all of the televised viewing audience waited for the would-be serial killer to blink, cough, sneeze, smile, or at best, slightly nod his head to acknowledge the judge, he did none. In the midst of what Lonnie felt was the mumblings of yet another “callous bitch with a slit attempting to