A man slightly bewildered by his good fortune. God has been kind.
Well, it all started out with a 4th year law student watching a not-so-legal film in his campus room on a windy Thursday night. And then the trouble began.
Then a couple of 3rd years decided to start a party, play blaring music, (did they smoke weed?) and call a whole lot of a ruckus two feet away. I sucked it all in, swallowed my pride, and I wasn’t that hungry, and tried to sing myself to sleep. That worked.
But when I woke up, my lousy two-bit brain reminded me of the hard time I had last night going to sleep, and that is when my fingers and brain entered into a bilateral agreement they have never regretted. They wrote a note http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=469807195271 and the rest is history. Well, that and my friend who keeps prodding me to write.
Obviously there’s a little more about me, you know, here and there; but most of it is in my writing.
Writing can be soothing, but not always.
It’s ok if you don’t follow the rules. Rules are for losers. Yes, I said it. But you know I mean loser in the most sweet and cuddly of ways. You know, politically correct.
Reading is even more soothing, and by reading I mean a couple of hours slouched over a good book. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating for bad posture, just good reading.
I’m a young lawyer struggling to topple my seniors – but wondering when I’ll ever get the chance. I am learning by the day, and soon I will slip into the kings chamber and gut him while he sleeps. [sorry I got morbid there – I had no intention of doing that – you know word – you start them off in one direction and soon you’re hanging off a cliff begging your ex-girlfriend to pull you off it – and she stands there – thinking of all the bullshit you’ve taken her through] – see what I mean?
So grab a book more often than you grab a beer, and see how that goes.