I Accidentally Drugged, then Drowned, then Smothered My Baby, Didn't Tell the Cops or Call 911, and Then Went Partying. Forgive Me? - Page 3
The trial was a joke. I had perfectly reasonable answers to all the prosecution witnesses.
Like when the UPS guy took the stand and identified me as the guy he delivered the chloroform to? "Is that they guy," the DA asked. "Yep," he said in the traditional North Dakota fashion. "I told him what it was and he just said 'Gimme!' and slammed the door."
And that's what saved me. Turns out I didn't SIGN for the chloroform. The UPS guy faked my signature. (Everybody knows everybody in North Dakota.) And without the chloroform in evidence to prove that I had drugged the little bastard, they had no foundation to prove that I knew the kid was unconscious when I tossed his little ass into the pool. And I was able to argue that when I came back after the pig roast and found him floating, I fished him out the best I could, duct-taped his mouth shut to keep the night air out of his lungs (they still think the night air is BAD for you in North Dakota), and tossed him into the bag and then into the trunk for the 35-mile drive to the nearest hospital in Bismarck. That's how I explained getting lost, and dumping the little bastard in the woods. "I told him I was gonna go find the hospital, and then come back for him," I said. "But I couldn't find a hospital so after awhile I just kinda gave up on the whole idea."
As far as the month of getting drunk and lewd behavior? I was stupid with grief.
Turns out they nailed the UPS guy for the murder. And I moved to Maryland. Not Florida.
Which makes me happy, cuz I would NEVER be able to serve on the Casey Anthony jury.
Oh, I almost forgot!
Happy Father's Day!
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