#1Nonfiction: Will Ceci be seduced by ax crimes, buried girls & mushy poems? Will she go down an entirely prudent and reasonable path or fall head-over-ass into a forbidden affair?
Everything is real.
Everything is true.
The Authors:
Ceci is a pea...
Ceci, you glorious beauty, got your email. Will call Monday.
On a mountain. Huge wave of snow to crash. Jason's re-sentencing was Friday. Went great. He'll be out in days!
We are getting a deviant sex tape on the case with the homicidal boyfriend. Will update you on Monday.
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Ceci
OH!
Ok, good!!!
Jack
Reading Willie's book.
"It's one thing to be eighty-two, but it's another to have the energy to keep touring the globe. That energy isn't fueled by anything I can generate on my own. The fuel is love--love of people, places, animals, plants, water. Love of sound, love of space, love of fireflies and star-filled skies. Love of life. Love of home. To some, coming home means the end of the journey. But to me it means the start of another journey, a journey without end. The beginning." -Willie Nelson
Ceci
Sweet Willie quote.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Jack
This Friday, I drove to Denver, walked into the courthouse, and passed through the metal detectors. Took a jammed elevator to the fifth floor, darted and dodged my way to the end of the hall, and slipped into the back of a courtroom. A young woman was on the witness stand testifying that her boyfriend showed up at her apartment after midnight, "ugly and drunk". They got into a fight about Trump. Then, he passed out in her bed.
She laid down and tried to get some sleep. He started peeing in her bed. She couldn't get him to wake up. So, she poured a beer over his head. Soaked in beer and his own piss, loverboy started another fight. She called the cops. He went to jail.
Now, in court, I was watching him get convicted of assault. But mostly I was hoping that during a break in the trial, I could grab the DA and talk to her about my client, Sarah.
There was no break. So, I closely watched the DA to scout her strengths and weaknesses in case we have to beat her in trial. She's young, a new lawyer, struts, maybe haughty, but I couldn't decide if it was true arrogance or insecurity. Her technique was sharp, solid, and unusually self-aware for a young lawyer, but maybe a bit chilly. If we face her in trial, I'll be warmer, kind, and engage the jury. I relaxed into my seat once I could see a path to glory.
That didn't help the bed-wetter. He was found guilty, sentenced to six months of jail. The Court recessed.
The DA was packing up her files when I quietly approached. She had only a few minutes, but was pleasant (probably not arrogant) and agreed to hear my pitch. I politely handed her a stack of documents and a DVD. Then, in a flat, even tone, delivered just the facts.
