Learning The Ropes
I sent my best friend to prison. Well, I didn actually send japan school girl him, but I might as well have. Im a public defender. They don get much lower than me. Allan, one of my best friends caught his wife cheating on him and stabbed her almost japan school girl a hundred times with a penknife. He asked me to defend him, even though we both knew he was guilty, but he didn care because he trusted me. And I, being the lowest of the low, failed as an officer of the court and as his friend. I just walked into my roach-infested apartment from the courthouse today to attend the japan school girl sentencing hearing. Murder Two, no less than 25 years, and no more than life, eligible for parole in the year 2017. My life hurts.
I sit up late in front of the boob tube, laying back lazily in my beat-up old recliner, remote lying amongst the dozens of crushed beer cans on the floor next to my feet. It was going to be a cold, sleepless night, thanks to my relentless weighted conscience. I couldn stop thinking about what he said in the courtroom today. Right before they carted him off to jail, he whispered into my ear, "You fucked up on purpose. Ill get you for this, Jacob."
I can lie, Im _still_ shaking. It was just the way he said it, and that menacing look in his angry blue eyes. Like he was going to sit there in his cell and carve my name into his
japan school girl arm so hed never forget how badly
japan school girl he wants to skin me alive. Every thump and creak in
japan school girl this pre-war building makes me nearly hit the ceiling. I keep glancing nervously at the door and begging my imagination not to run amok. The only good thing about this is that psycho D.A. pushed for the death penalty the entire trial. At the very least, I managed to thwart those plans, but Im far from pleased with myself.
This is stupid, why am I doing this to myself? Im so emotionally messed up, not even
japan school girl a case of beer is helping me relax. I need something harder. On goes the coat and shoes, grab the keys and out the door I go. Where in fact does a depressed defense attorney go when he needs to get hammered? Why, the only place he _does_ go- a little mom and pop-type bar in the neighborhood called Fischer Tillys. I park the car and head inside, and the middle-aged blond-from-a-bottle bartender waves at me and blows me a kiss.
"Jacob! Hey, hon, where ya been? I haven seen you in weeks." She leans over the bar to hug me, and the way her saggy tits melt into lifeless puddles on the wood makes me cringe
japan school girl. There was absolutely nothing attractive about this woman, and yet all shes done in the four years Ive known her is confess her love to me. I haven had the heart to tell her I was gay. It would destroy her.
"Yeah, I know, Ive been busy. Yknow, court shit and all. Gimmie a scotch neat."
"You got it, babe." Those hands begin pouring and waving around effortlessly, and before I know it, theres an iceless scotch sitting there like the fountain of youth, waiting for me to dive right in…and I do.
"Thanks, Celia."
"Anytime, babe."
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"CHESTNUTS….roasting on an open fire!!!" I bellow out drunkenly, tossing my arms around in the air
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"Alright, toots, tonight, your
japan school girl lucky numbers are eight and six. Now
japan school girl why don you get your act together and head home?" Celia comes around the bar to lift me up and help me gather my things and head out the door. For a chick, she was surprisingly strong. Then again, I was perhaps 160 lbs soaking wet, and she was easily over the 200 mark. She gropes me shamelessly on the way out, and Im too drunk to appropriately respond.
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