I was on a federal case for blackmail. This old guy was sending obscene photos of his ex to her new husband, threatening her with something. The whole case was a bit bizarre. It involved the head of all the nurses at the Medical Univ of South Carolina and the defendent had had a heart transplant. There were reams of obscene photos that we went through. I felt so embarrassed for the poor lady.
One time I look over at the defendant and he was holding two Styrofoam cups to his ears and rocking from side to side. Another time, in the middle of the trial, he got up and left the courtroom. His attorney tried to explain that he was ill from his anti-rejection medicine and asked that he be excused for his behavior.
We took an hour and a half and found him guilty. When I left, he was looking over the photos spread out on one of the defense tables (I guess since the trial was over they were going to be returned) with this weird smile on his face. Ick ick ick.
(No, we didn’t find him guilty because of his weirdness. The prosecution nailed his ass to the wall with their evidence. Several of their witnessesses the defense didn’t even cross-examine.)