Feel the love... not one "fuck dat crackah" even!
Work has been hell. I took over a probate case for someone else that came up with a creative conflict of interest (he was fucking his client, which isn't that bad, but he was fucking his client's mother as well. I don't know about the same time--I almost asked "Is her name Kendra Jade?" and blew my secret pornoman cover.)
I have to write a response to a filing about 18 inches thick (calm down, Swami, a
filing 18 inches thick), covering how much this daughter hates her brothers, sisters and mother and various legal knifefights in order to steal her dead daddy's money.
Balzac got nuthin on me. I'll be around more often next week.