Easily Distracted

This morning, my client sat down next me at his preliminary hearing wearing a GIANT PUFFY COAT.

As a strangely boyish, yet monotonous police officer began to testify for the People, my mind began to wander a little . . .

Michelin man. External repairs needed on the Space Station Norteno. Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Robby the Robot.

My client began to wriggle around. The coat was coming off. What would emerge? I scooted over a couple of feet to make room for this frenetic metamorphosis.

As it turned out, it was more Russian Doll than Monarch Butterfly. Relatively speaking, the puffy coat had not really added much bulk at all to its brick shithouse wearer. What emerged was simply a slightly smaller, whiter, fleshier, Michelin man.

But now the coat was gone, I could concentrate on this guy's HUGE ARMS. But it wasn't the hugeness of those arms that kept my attention. I had seen many huge arms before. It was the short stubbly arm hair like he had shaved it a day or two ago. Hmm. Never seen that before.

Why would this man shave his arms? What kind of potential arm-hairiness would warrant such a thing? Why had he let it get all stubbly like that?

And why was the cop was relating hearsay without being Prop 115 qualified.?
"Objection!"

Pass the Adderall, please.