Family wasn’t there the day I represented my clients before judge and jury. Not mine or theirs.
Every plaintiff should be required to wail before the start of trial, because it’s the only sound that rings unequivocally true to the listeners. Not a cry.
A plaintive wail.
I lost my clients case, because each witness had kissed the other with greenbacks affixed to their versions of truth, and because I didn’t tell the judge I was going to slap them when I asked for permission to approach.
In fact, I ended up in jail for stripping someone of their exchange rights. I’ve already served ten years of a twenty-year multi-currency felony, but really, I’ll serve life.