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Originally posted by NotFromHere
The half-life of whatever you took in Vegas cannot possibly be this long. I suspect irreparable dain bramage. Just like you always wanted.
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I’m high on life. It’s a sunny day, I’m young and I’m working. I’m busily reading briefs and preparing for deps and attending hearings and making my arguments. I’m living the dream, sister. Its like a golden road, lined with trees of money and every turn is new and exciting adventure. I learn new procedural tricks and master my craft more every day. I will the sharpest lawyer around someday, and people will respect me. They’ll see me and think, “Boy, is that Mr. Dangerfiled smart.” It’ll be like the people standing in court for Gregory Peck in “To Kill a Mockingbird.”
Oh, don’t you forget it... I have the brass ring AND the world by the short hairs. In fact, my grip on The Dream is so tight my brass ring is actually caught in those short hairs, and the World is kneeling before me - begging for escape, tapping “one, two, three, uncle!”
Oh, wait a minute... my hand’s in the other end. I knew this wasn’t supposed to feel gooey... fuck. This is going to ruin my manicure.
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