07 September 2011


cuffs. by Luna Soledad
cuffs., a photo by Luna Soledad on Flickr.
So recently, we had a client, a sweet older fellow likable in that good ole mutt kind of way, though clearly with some issues, who arrived at our office seeking representation for a misdemeanor possession of marijuana charge. Not uncommon.

However, the events leading up to his arrest is an entirely different matter... Hell, Cheech and Chong would have been proud because you just can’t make this stuff up!

It seems that Mr. Client had the misfortune of being robbed and severely traumatized by a home burglary a year or so ago to the point that Mr. Client felt it necessary to begin carrying an emergency 911 key fob with him on his keyring (similar to the “help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” medical alert buttons).

Well, on that fateful day, Mr. Client was so stoned out of his gourd that he fell down his steps, landing on the 911 fob and placing a call to the police... who arrived promptly and arrested him.

As I said, you just can’t make this stuff up...

“When I was in England I experimented with marijuana a time or two -- and didn't like it -- and didn't inhale and never tried inhaling again.”

...William Jefferson Clinton


  1. hehe. Poor soul. :D
    I love your new blog. The black birds and the rust-orange colors. :) Its warm!

  2. Isn't that a riot?

    Thanks Esfand for the feedback. I took the photos of the birds & (mostly) made the BG texture; just can't decide if I dig the whole scroll & transparency bits. I do love the colors though & something about black birds I find enchanting. =)