He's already played the "I think I'm cancerous" card, I'm thinking that an evil twin may have to enter the picture sooner or later. EIther that or something like Terry Southern's Candy: full frontal lobotomy by garden shears, a faked death, and then blissful lovemaking as a Tibetan monk with his own flesh and blood. "Daddy??"

It isn't really related, but the best defense I ever heard was our former City Treasurer, who claimed her judgment was clouded by PMS when she accepted a bribe. It worked! The state supreme court, I think it was, ordered a retrial after her conviction on account of her horrible cramps.

As far as the bill, something like this that is going to go on for awhile, they can pay hourly or a set fee per court date, plus expenses (process servers, expert affadavits to pad a motion to dismiss, and those wonderful expert witnesses, if I'll need them). Frankly, this way it's in both of our interests to get as many court dates as possible out of it. So he's caught up. I thought he'd change lawyers at some point when the stalling began to falter, but he's almost run out of time for that. He needs to start licking public urinals to come down with something horrible real quick.