1.123e+15 in Book Five: Working Through the Maze 2018

Roughly the number of Nanoseconds until my tiresome, needless, bullshit Jury Trial. I’m actually kind of looking forward to it, because it is like writing a One Act and getting to perform it on TOP of an Improv exercise. The problem is.... what happens when the audience gets to decide whether the performance was acceptable. Which is always what concerns me.

The conference is winding down here. Ethics class. Nicely, it is the most common-sense part of all of it to me. Because instead of trying to “play the law like a game” I’ve always tried to “practice law like it matters.” Which means… if I know that a law countermands my Police Officer, I’m not going to sit on it and hope that Defense doesn’t catch on. I’ll motion it myself. If it pisses off my police, they can come to me angry, and I can respond in kind. We represent The Law. Our opponents are Criminals. If we’re not willing to represent The Law ethically and in such a way that follows the rules… we’re no longer the good guys. It isn’t like the FBI Agents in Grosse Pointe Blanke. Their plan is to allow a murder, then kill the Assassin. Because by killing the assassin, they get paid (undercover assassins) but by allowing the Assassin to kill the mark first, they are “heroes” for stopping the bad guy. A proper Prosecutor’s reaction should be NO. NO, BAD! Our first duty is to the truth, to justice, to the law. And so the ethics portion of this conference? All seems pretty obvious to me. For others? It seems like somebody kicked their puppy. “Wait, you mean we aren’t allowed to win?” Private Attorneys, lol. Our job isn’t to win. Our job is not to zealously defend the rights of our client. We’re caretakers, we’re officers of the court, we’re the Babysitter of the County. We’re the ones that have to say, “You broke the rules. You need a time out.”

After this wraps up… I get to divest myself entirely of Mtown. In many ways: Good! I don’t have any personal property there so not paying rent or utilities there is good. Commuting from there was rough. All I did there was video games, porn, booze, and sleep. So lots of reasons it is good to be completely divested of that property. Then again… that means that Wife and I 100% live in the IF property. Together. Which is what we planned, true. But there is something nice about thinking “Yeah… maybe I need a second place.” lol.

Ultimately, if we get the house set up… that should be okay. I’ll have a bed to escape to in case of snoring. Video Games to escape to for relaxation. Multiple rooms in the house to escape to to crank it when needed. When the house is set up.

ABOUT THAT:

I told Wife that we could set up the guest beds first thing when we get back and I’ll just sleep in a different bed/floor of the house so she doesn’t have to hear my snoring. She objected! She said she wants to sleep in the same bed. Color me confused as she seems to patently not enjoy it. I told Wife that we could set up the house so that she could run the top floor, I could “live” in the bottom floor. She objected! She said she is looking forward to living in the house WITH me. Then she even suggested that we might try to host Christmas this year! I told her that was WAY too early. She said she could have the house finished, no problem. I still objected but asked if she thought she could have the house finished by my Jury Trial so I could come home and relax whether I won or lost. She confidently said yes. So we’ll see. If it is done by my Jury Trial, that means it will certainly be ready before December 1st. Thus (hopefully) creating the opportunity to have that important, necessary, damned discussion.

Until then? Late night/early morning Goth Porn/POV Porn/Step-Sibling Porn/Step-Mother Porn/Asian Porn/Red-Headed Porn/British Wank It Now videos and erotica. Ooo (sarcasm) the sexy life of a married 235 lb 5‘7 rural county prosecutor!