The Saga of Psyching Himself Down To Be a Criminal Defense Attorney Continues

I'm going away (note sad, but heroic background music as a woman, in this case my mother, waves from the back porch at my receding figure in the distance).

Ever since I was young I've had a sense of insecurity, of inferiority. I would often ask myself, "What will it take to finally get respect from my fellow Oregonians?"

The answer has finally come: to be a California Trial Lawyer.

Absolutely brilliant. All my Oregon Republican Friends will positively admire me for what I've made myself.

Californian.

Trial Lawyer.

And, oh yes, Criminal Defense.

So anyway, I'm off to Madera on Friday to defend the poor, misguided souls of our society.

(Blogger trots away into the sunset, thinking that he will finally get to see those faces that always seem so blurred on cops)

Note to Blog Readers: As of next week sometime, remind Blogger to remove all references to Criminal Defense Work from Blog. He would hate to have a client who knew how to do a google search stumble onto the site and read such comments. It could be bad for the clients self esteem (which of course, is why they are in trouble in the first place).