So long to the final bastion of an bizarrely corrupt part of Philadelphia's judicial system.
For years your hallowed halls gave a glimmer of hope to those who were friends with a judge.
To everyone else you were where bullshit traffic citations and parking tickets were resolved, kicking and screaming the way our forefathers intended.
Today, we cover you up and make you disappear, like a tattoo over a cigarette burn on the long arm of the law.
