The Verdict
Opposing counsel accused me of being an alcohol and marijuana abuser. How did she come up with any marijuana abuse? Apparently she subpoenaed ECMC. Can they do that? Isn’t there some kind of doctor-client privilege? Oh well. In any case, I was presented in quite an unflattering way. So, I arrive at nine-twentysomething and the hearing finally commences at sometime after noon. All this after (a) having my fucking Droid lose its GPS connection, (b) driving around the labyrinthine streets of...
3 responses to “The Verdict”
That’s justice. Guess what? I got me a fancy attorney whom I am paying over and above 5k and lady justice doesn’t like me either. Good luck with the missed connections. Ha!
You need a “Stephen King” defense. You will have to invent it. But you are a great writer Quinn, and I think you can. I can imagine King’s wife making all kinds of grim accusations based on his fiction in an attempt to keep him our of his kids’ lives. I can also imagine him coming up with a few pithy things to say about real life v. fiction. Go for it!
Thanks, man. I don’t know why I didn’t say that when you posted it. I’m just now _really_ learning how WordPress works, as opposed to just listing it on my resume, so I probably missed some comments. I’m going over everything now and it’s a crazy ride. I’ve changed so much. Everything’s changed so much.