were given their own clear sections in the courtroom, so jurors knew who they were. But nobody properly instructed the jurors to ignore participants observing the trial in the gallery. And when they became curious about a participant in the gallery, the court indulged in the nonsense, and the lunatics took over the asylum. Because a mistrial costs a lot of money, and is a political problem for Judge Recksiedler. So they just carried on with this crazed distracted jury following their "creepy" "mystery guy" around the courthouse. I also think there may have been a mentally-disabled person on the jury. In the winter of 2010, I was walking up to the free shuttle bus in downtown Orlando, the Lymmo bus. There was young guy sitting on something you weren't supposed to sit on, like maybe a bicycle rack or a fence or a sculpture, I don’t remember. I thought who is this young punk who is so cool sitting where he pleases? As I passed him I saw he was not that young. Definitely in his twenties. But the way he was swinging his legs and bobbing his head, his mental age was less than his actual age. He was not being rebellious in his choice of seat, he was just out of it and not conscious of what he was doing. I got on the shuttle bus. A moment later the young guy and an older dark-haired guy in maybe his early 40's got on the bus and stood in the front. They started talking to each other loudly so everybody could hear. And you could tell they were mentally disabled. And they were funny and entertaining, and they knew it. They were putting on a show. These two guys were making jokes and saying things, and having a fun time. Sometimes the younger guy would say things that were a little too retarded or private or inappropriate, and the older guy would reel him in and say that's too dorky or gay or something. I remember thinking these two mentally disabled people are funnier and have a better sense of humor, and are more entertaining and free-spirited, than the bitter politically-correct people on TV who are supposed to be funny. I had done some research in the past on the genetics and personality traits of Williams Syndrome. But I never met anybody who actually had it. And I decided that is possibly what these two guys had. They were very sociable and outgoing, and talkative. But obviously they were mentally disabled and did not have the complete portfolio of intellectual skills that most people have. I thought maybe they were homeless like all the oddballs that drift around the sidewalks of downtown Orlando. Or maybe they lived in some kind of housing for mentally-disabled people. And they were probably in some kind of life-skills program and some other services that they have downtown, and just spent the day bopping around downtown Orlando. They were gay, and they were boyfriends. The younger guy was better looking. The older guy was maybe a little less retarded, but he really loved his young boyfriend. And they were planning on leaving Orlando together, and going back to the city where I guessed the younger guy came from. To the best of my memory, he said Great Falls, Minnesota which doesn't exist. It could have been Sioux Falls or Cedar Rapids. So the younger guy says something like "When you see Great Falls it's so awesome you’re going to be amazed. You're going to be like AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! " And the younger guy leans his head back and goes goggly- eyed and says"AAAAAAHHHHHHH" to amuse everyone on the bus. And the older guy got a little embarrassed because he did not think Great Falls was that cool or that he would go goggly—eyed, and he reprimanded the younger guy to not be so dorky or something. Whatever the city was, I looked it up to see what a mentally-disabled person thought was so amazing. It made no sense a person who wandered around the sidewalks all day would want leave Orlando and go to some freezing city in the northern Midwest. I found the city, and it had a small skyline with like a few shiny office buildings. And there was a bridge over a river where you could see the office buildings, like Cedar Rapids. Anyway the point being, one of the guys in the jury box looked very familiar to me as being that same younger mentally-disabled guy from the bus eight years earlier. Like maybe he learned a lot of life skills and intellectually matured and registered to vote, and reported for jury duty. If it was the same person, and I'm not sure that it was, I IV-70