Friday night I cracked a beer and recorded some comments about conflict, of family law and of the demise of Western Civilization, and how no one is going to write a heroic poem about being a family law lawyer. I look ahead and see no Homer in my future.
After a tough day in Superior Court I dream of being a singing cowboy or maybe Jimmy Buffett, but he holds the job already. Besides, I am told those who try to be Jimmy are living in their vans near some beach somewhere and are on food stamps.
You have to put up with the occasional sip of beer if you listen to the whole thing. Its maybe 15 minutes.
I will be back in the office Monday morning.
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