Who is the real bad guy

So a lot of you tend to call my clients criminals, and I'm assuming that it follows that they lie. What a lot of you don't realize is that more often than not its the police officer who tends to spin the truth quite a bit. I can not count how many times I have had police officers lie to my face when I know for a fact, based on another police officer or their very own report, that what they said is wrong. I'm currently preparing a DUI case for trial this coming Monday, and the officer who wrote the arrest report has my client in the car when the officer showed up. The officer who wrote the accident report says my client wasn't in the car, and that he was walking around. Why does this matter? The state must prove that my client had actual physical control of the vehicle. The police officer knows this. So to make sure he gets his DUI, he puts down that my client was in the car, behind the wheel, with the keys in the ignition and the car in drive. Um, how is that possible if the car was in an accident, and it took you 10 minutes to get to the scene? Wouldn't the car just continue driving?!?! I never get used to a lying police officer.

Never a moment of peace

So its ten days after the results of the bar exam and I'm making plans to retake the Florida portion. Lesser of two evils, seeing I can at least focus on the Florida portion and not worry about the multistate portion. Am I happy? Not in the least. Probably one of the biggest let downs in my life, and its something I have to relive every time I someone asks me how I did. Not to mention I have to go through the hell of studying and taking the exam all over. Oh, and should I fail again, I get fired. Real nice. Nevermind nothing seems to be going write for me in my life otherwise. Its not much to ask for, really, for just a LITTLE bit of calm. For at least one thing to go right. For one aspect of my life to go the proper way with no problems. I'm not asking for perfection...just some calming aspect of my life.

By the way...I hired a financial adviser. I recommend the same for you. I'm definitely not making any money, so I might as well make sure that money I am making isn't sitting around like a lazy bastard and not making more money for me.

Countdown

In less than 10 days I find out if I passed the Florida Bar Exam or not. Personally, I'm confident I didn't, but we'll just wait and see. In the meantime I'm more or less overwhelmed at work, cases set for trial every week, and I just can't seem to get things under control. That's gotta be the hardest issue I have right now. I have no control over anything going on in my life, or at least that is how I feel. Goes without saying my "love" life or personal life, however you want to call it, is an emotional roller coaster that provides more questions than answers. At some point things have to settle down and seem that at least my life is going in the right direction, right? Hell, I can't even have stability with my football teams! At least I have cable now.

The Libertine

Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. I am John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me.