Friday, May 23rd 2008 - The Lawyer year
Been so many people in my life this year; it’s hard to remember them all.
I’ve lost a few also. Friends I’ve had, and who are now gone.
It’s the eternal thing, man: Give -Take - Someone raises, someone calls, someone else busts, another folds.
I’ve been on the phone with Lawyers all week.
I mean, it’s really kind of funny.
Look.
I’ve lived on the streets for nearly thirty years, and now I live inside. Every fucking law firm and their brother have my address, and are trying to sue me. I have a mountain of legal papers that make absolutely no sense what-so-ever to me. I mean, if they sue me, and take everything I have for the rest of my life the absolute most they can get is what?
Look at it this way: I have made only approx 120,000 dollars total in my life working since I was sixteen. I’m 48 now. That’s thirty two years.
Now. Let’s just say I get sued, and they win, and take every penny I will ever make for the rest of my life. Not likely, I know, but let’s just say, because that’s what the threat is, right?
We will take every dime you have
So. Let’s say that happens. For the next thirty two years, according to my past record, they will get less than a hundred thousand dollars. And I don’t plan on working for the next thirty two years.
A lot of fuss.
Meanwhile, back at the Poker tables, Dr Zen and I played a game. PokerStars sent me five bucks for free. I went to a tournament, and blew it all horse shitting around. I had Zenner on the Instant Message, and he was telling me: Bet, Fold, and like that.
Of course I did the exact opposite, and my five dollars went faster than cotton candy melting in the rain. But I made Zenner laugh, and I had some fun.
Lawyers, cards, and money. Ahhh, well, anyway Warren Zevon would have beeen proud of me.
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