I ain't nowhere but here. I had to do depositions last week, one of them turned out to be amazing. A chica that was 100% on the side of the cult we're suing flipped right in the middle of the deposition, it was like flipping a light-switch. One minute she's condemning "hurtful lies" and the next minute she's talking about the prophet masturbating on her breasts. At that moment I felt the fucking presence of Clarence Darrow in the room, though I mistook him for F. Lee Bailey at first and was about to scream that I should be able to accept $9 million dollars from convicted drug dealers no matter what any hack in black robes said. Then I recognized Chuck by his earlobes and that perfume that he wore that smelled like a Bangkok friendship bar and it was all over.

So this changed everything, long, extremely billable hours and a settlement if my client elects to go that way because I believe that gag orders just became a hell of a lot more expensive.