The lance resurfaces!

[UnderseaLcpl]

After nearly 3 months away from subsim, I have finally returned, and boy does it feel good!

Longstoryshort, I found myself stranded in remote locations twice, nearly bankrupted once, and thrown in jail for practicing law without a license, but I am finally back on my feet again.

The past couple of months have been interesting to say the least, but I am glad for the experience. My only regret is that I was unable to attend the subsim meet. Apparently, the Fort Worth police dept. doesn't consider taking a trip to Europe to be an acceptable activity whilst one is free on bail, so I just stayed in jail until my trial. It was a lot cheaper and I met some interesting guys. Fortunately, I was exonerated by mitigating evidence and didn't even have to stand trial.

So... I'm back on subsim to crack stupid one-liners, offer manual targetting and hydro hunting advice for SH3/4, and make lengthy GT posts that God Himself would not have the patience to read.

I'm looking foward to being an proud participant in the subsim community once again:salute:

[GoldenRivet]

hooray!!! :salute:

[nikimcbee]

Kool, I was wondering what happened to you?

Here, you missed some cool threads:
http://kennethwhisperingwinds.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-kitten-jail.jpg


http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=156343

http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=156283

http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=156337

http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=156335

http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=155965

http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=155663

[Aramike]

Okay, seriously - do tell.

[XabbaRus]

HI, as you have probably noticed I am the new GT moderator.

As a result of the charges that landed you in prison, even if you were exonerated by the Dallas court of law things work differently in the subsimverse.

Therefore in order to avoid virtual brig time for an unspecified duration do tell all as requested in the thread above.


Just kidding.. :DL

Good to have you back, just please play nicely I haven't had to Brig anyone for about a week....

[Schroeder]

I was already wondering were you had gone to.:DL

[baggygreen]

bloody hell, sounds like a bit of a ride!:doh:

[Skybird]

After nearly 3 months away from subsim, I have finally returned, and boy does it feel good!

Longstoryshort, I found myself stranded in remote locations twice, nearly bankrupted once, and thrown in jail for practicing law without a license, but I am finally back on my feet again.

The past couple of months have been interesting to say the least, but I am glad for the experience. My only regret is that I was unable to attend the subsim meet. Apparently, the Fort Worth police dept. doesn't consider taking a trip to Europe to be an acceptable activity whilst one is free on bail, so I just stayed in jail until my trial. It was a lot cheaper and I met some interesting guys. Fortunately, I was exonerated by mitigating evidence and didn't even have to stand trial.

So... I'm back on subsim to crack stupid one-liners, offer manual targetting and hydro hunting advice for SH3/4, and make lengthy GT posts that God Himself would not have the patience to read.

I'm looking foward to being an proud participant in the subsim community once again:salute:

I assume the sheriff and his deputies are still alive...? :-?

[Skybird]

Good to have you back, just please play nicely I haven't had to Brig anyone for about a week....

To rest too long means to rust. Better get a brig lottery started. :O:

[Jimbuna]

Sooooo.....the HMS Thanatus 'Defend the Right to Justice and Revenge Society' finally caught up with you :rock::DL

I never made the Meet either James, the wife and I had made what we thought were sound alternative arrangements for the clash between our 25th wedding anniversary and the Meet. That was until our son flew off to join his ship earlier than planned, leaving our younger daughter potentially home alone :doh:

Anyway.....good to see you back mate http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/thumbsup.gif

[AVGWarhawk]

You said you were going out for ice cream! WTH happened?

[mookiemookie]

Welcome back!!!

[UnderseaLcpl]

Thanks for the warm welcome back, guys.

As requested, I'll go into a bit more detail......

Shortly after the Cavalla meet I decided to take a quick work trip to Montana. My brother was recalled to work, but I was still laid off in my seniority district, so I figured I would accompany him and work there as long as I could, which probably wouldn't be long. Employees have thirty days to return from furlough, and they usually take their time, so I figured I'd get a paycheck and a half out of it. I left my two worthless roommates in charge of the house (what could go wrong?) and set off for Glendive, MT.

Naturally, things went sour as soon as we got there. My brother's car had been sitting up there for six months, leaking oil. Now, my brother has never been mechanically inclined, but the way I see it, there's only two things a red oil-lamp shaped light on the console could possibly be: a warning light that probably has something to do with oil, or a genie indicator. He must have assumed it was the latter, because he drove the thing for two days before discovering why internal combustion engines need to be lubricated.

The fat guy at the garage said it would cost about $3000 to replace the engine, making my total profit for the trip at that point about $-3400.
Even better, all twenty of the furloughed guys whose spots I had been eyeing miraculously developed a work ethic and showed up before I had even completed my job bid paperwork.

Without a means of conveyance my bro had to use my car for work, and I got stuck sitting at his house in the middle of nowhere. That wouldn't have been so bad, but there was no internet, no cable, no cellphone reception, no hot water, no stove, no microwave, no air conditioner, and no furniture. You might be wondering how he could live in a place like that. Well, most of the time, he didn't. He spent most of his time at his girlfriend's house, leaving me to beat MGS4 about twenty times. And the plot still doesn't make any sense to me:-?

Well, after a couple weeks I finally got some word from back home. My roommates were at odds with each other, and also flat broke. The inability of either of them to negotiate what ought to be the relatively simple matter of obtaining or keeping a job is truly amazing. Since my name is on the lease, I figured I should probably head back and make sure the rent got paid.

Unfortunately, without my car I had no way to transport all my junk back home, so I made do with the bus. I made it all the way to Denver, but then I found out that my grandmother (who lives in Washington) was dying, so I took a brief detour all the way back I had just come.

I made it in time to spend a couple days visting my grandmother in the hospital before she passed away. After the funeral I figured I'd save some money by hitching a ride back to Texas with my Dad, who had also driven earlier.

In retrospect, I should have known that was a bad idea. You see, my dad is kind of the controlling type, and less than subtle in his methods. For reasons known only to him, he has been bugging me for years now to permanently transfer to the Northwest seniority district, which includes Glendive, MT.
There are a number of theories as to why he thinks I should give up my seniority in the much larger, though ineptly-named "national" seniority district, in favor of the Northwest. It could be because most of the extended family is up there, or because that's where he used to work, or because he wants me away from my mother, who he hates now. I don't know, it doesn't matter. Anyway, even knowing all that, I didn't expect what came next.


Wow this got really long really fast:-?

To be continued......

[NeonSamurai]

Glad your back and what ever happened worked out in the end :DL

[Schroeder]

Wow "nice" story. Sorry to hear that about your Grandmother.:-?

[GoldenRivet]

Thats not what Lance told me... he even sent me footage of the arrest on youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9Ef4hpN2SY&feature=PlayList&p=6574BA9DE820E682&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=9

you be the judge

[Jimbuna]

Very sorry to learn of the death of your grandmother James......even more eagerly looking forward to a humorous end to your recent exploits now.

[Chad]

Hey bud, I've really missed you man.. Sorry to hear about your grandma, I remember when I lost my grandpa how hard it was for me. If you need anything, you got my number.

[August]

Glad to have you back Lcpl. My condolences for your loss.

[Sailor Steve]

Glad you're back, my friend. It's been awhile since our last phone conversation, and that mostly involved the roommate's fight and jail thing.

You too? I'm curious.

[Oberon]

Good to have you back USlcpl, and sorry to hear about your grandmother

[UnderseaLcpl]

Glad you're back, my friend. It's been awhile since our last phone conversation, and that mostly involved the roommate's fight and jail thing.

You too? I'm curious.

Yeah, I got in trouble a couple days after I talked to you. :oops:

And thanks to everyone for your condolences, but by grandmother's passing wasn't so bad. That sounds awful, I know, but she was never the same after my granfather died back in '01. She always seemed to be just..."lingering", and she seemed happy to go with all her family around her.


Part 2


My dad and I arrived in Glendive, an experience not altogether unlike visiting a familiar dentist for a root canal. I was imaptient to get back to Texas and the wholly undesireable delay in such a wholly undesireable place was rather unwelcome.
"No problem though", I told myself, "tommorrow morning I'll be out of this place for good".
We spent the night at my brother's house. When the morning finally rolled around, my Dad told me he had to visit the diesel shop before we could leave. He left with two of my three suitcases, my wallet, and my cellphone charger in his truck, and never came back.
It took me a few hours to realize what had happened, but when I did I was pissed. Don't even ask me why a father would do something like that, because I have no idea.
Whatever his intentions, my first task was escaping from Glendive again without any money or I.D. The first problem proved easy enough to tackle; my roommates were willing to spring for another bus ticket. All I had to do was pick it up.
The second was a bit more complicated, and didn't make itself apparent until I got to the bus station. Quick tip for bus travellers; If you have a ticket reserved, the bus company wants to see some identification before they give it to you. I guess bus ticket theft is a major concern. Whatever.
Luckily the ticket lady was either very nice or didn't care much about her job, because she accepted my brother's I.D. and our striking similarity of appearance as identification.

Soooo.... we're on the bus again. I have to say,even though I wouldn't recommend the bus as a form of cross-country travel, it has its' perks. You meet a lot of nice people (and a few a-holes), and you really get to take in the sights since you're not concentrating on the road or staring down at the clouds. Pike's Peak doesn't look very impressive from an airplane. Also, unlike the train, you'll arrive at your destination eventually.

And arrive eventually I did, at Fort Worth's beautiful, recently refurbished train/bus station, late at night, after an interesting discussion with a young man named Jerome who recently immigrated here from Jamaica. Apparently, Jamaica has some spicy cuisine that is utterly unique in the culinary world.

My roomies, Karen and Amanda, were, I'm sad to say, quite inebriated when they picked me up in Karen's miraculously undamaged car. It was Karen's birthday, and the two had been out celebrating all night. Naturally, I drove us home, and they seemed to be getting along famously, furiously texting guys they met that night and punctuating every sentence with a giggle. I digress, but I find it utterly fascinating how only the female of the species seems to be able to punctuate sentences with giggles. They also seem to be the only ones who can punctuate every sentence with a question mark. Oh well, fascinating as that is, giggling women make me extremely nervous. In my experience, giggling women tend to be emotionally volatile. Of course, my experience does not a study make, but if I'd had a spider-sense , it would have been tingling.

It took the entirety of the trip home plus a few minutes for the aforementioned volatility to manifest itself. I still don't know exactly what happened because I was unable to discern much of their prior conversation through the slurring and giggling, but I gathered that they were having a disagreement over some guy they met, and Karen had become convinced that Amanda was somehow attempting to sabatoge her advances towards him.
Again, I digress, but I also find this to be an extremely interesting characteristic of many females; the perception or practice of some kind of treachery is always afoot. For all the stupid things that men fight for and over, there is usually an almost noble savagery about it, or so I think. Occassionally it even approaches "good-natured" violence, if there is such a thing. Most women I have known, however, are absolutely, mecilessly, vicious, and I witnessed a sterling demonstration of that tendency that night. I tried to calm them down, but retreated to the relative safety of the living room once the decibel level capped 140. Even from there, I could hear insults and accusations being tossed about that I would never even think of levelling at another person. I won't go into detail, but the nature of many of the insults was the verbal equivalent of nuclear warfare. It was like making fun of somebody for the death of their child, or for having a debilitating disease. At some point, Karen threw a jewelry box at Amanda which struck her in the head. Amanda came into the living room and called 911, despite my pleas for a return to sanity.

Well, you can guess what happened next in a state with a very serious stance on domestic violence. The police arrived, looking like they were ready to beat me to a pulp. I thank God that I'd had the foresight to not lay a hand on either of my roommates during the whole thing, even to restrain them, because I would have been in a world of s*** if I had angered them or left any kind of marks. It's a funny thing to be the strongest and yet the most powerless person in a given venue. I don't think I ever felt so helpless in my entire life.

Explanations were given, and Karen was taken into custody, and put on bond for $5000(which personally cost me about $2000 as I paid the amount in full(screw bail bondsmen, I wasn't about to hand over $500 for no reason. Money was tight). The bond amount was extremely unusual, almost impossible for assault with bodily injury, which is a class-B misdemeanor here. I learned much later that Karen had told the judge to go ******* himself, after he explained to her that chasing a fleeing person who allegedly threw a cellphone at you and missed, and then throwing a jewelry box at them, did not constitute self-defense.

Karen was stuck in jail for a few hours while I gathered the money to bail her out. Amanda, upon realizing what she had just done, became extremely remorseful. I'm not sure what she thought was going to happen when she called the police, but it evidently had no basis in reality. She moved out immediately, and I was left with what promised to be a very expensive criminal defense case. Circumstances and finances being as they were, I decided to do the only logical thing: Prepare a pro se defense for Karen and try to get the case dropped. How hard could it be?

to be continued.......

[August]

I have a question:

Are Karen and Amanda really hot? :o

Please say yes! :D

[antikristuseke]

How hard could it be?

That is a sentence about as ominous as "What's the worst that could happen?"

[VipertheSniper]

The way you write it, I could imagine this being a movie...

[UnderseaLcpl]

I have a question:

Are Karen and Amanda really hot? :o

Please say yes! :D

I doubt that they would appreciate me describing them on the internet to people I have never met (speaking of which, I sincerely hope that you'll attend a meet in the coming years:DL).

Neither one is what I'd call "really hot". One has the body, the other one has the face, and a guy like me is lucky to land either. It's disappointing, I know.

For the purposes of the story, however, go ahead and imagine that they're both really hot. Then imagine that they got in a knock-down drag-out catfight that involved 5 gallons of maple syrup and liberal tearing of undergarments. Then they just start kissing each other. That kind of thought always helps me to deal with disappointment:DL

[August]

For the purposes of the story, however, go ahead and imagine that they're both really hot. Then imagine that they got in a knock-down drag-out catfight that involved 5 gallons of maple syrup and liberal tearing of undergarments. Then they just start kissing each other. That kind of thought always helps me to deal with disappointment:DL

Oh man i have missed your presence in this forum!

[GoldenRivet]

a guy like me is lucky to land either.

think both lance.

both

[SteamWake]

The way you write it, I could imagine this being a movie...

Or a Jerry Springer episode. :haha:

[Jimbuna]

I'm trying not to imagine you in a Barristers wig :DL

http://www.osubookstore.com/images/John_Cleese_as_a_Barrister.jpg

[UnderseaLcpl]

Or a Jerry Springer episode. :haha:

Actually, it had more of a reality show feel to it. Almost like COPS. Especially the part with the police.:hmmm:

[nikimcbee]

So is this the re-incarnation of "Three's Company?"

Do you have Don Knotts?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQ-VNn-G1BM



Sorry to hear about your grandma:-?. I hope things have improved for you.

[UnderseaLcpl]

On to part 3.... the exciting conclusion
Now where was I? Ah, now I remember. Once I had gotten Karen's bond money together and picked her up from the police station it was time to pursue my only logical recourse; I needed to construct a suitable criminal defense for her. In order to do that I first needed to learn what a criminal defense was. I donned my barister's wig (should be easier for you to imagine now, Jim) and consulted the greatest repository of law knowledge in the world; teh internets. I'm not usually one to brag (usually because I have nothing to brag about) but I must say that I was quite impressed with the rapid progress I made; within the first few hours I had already learned why people usually graduate law school before attempting this crap.
I decided to reorganize my efforts and start by gathering all the facts of the case. After that, I would bring said facts to someone who knew what the hell they were doing and who could help me understand what the hell I was doing, so.........
First thing first, I needed the police report. When the police took Karen into custody, they had questioned Amanda privately. She had already told me what she told them to the best of her recollection, but she was drinking that night and I needed to know exactly what the prosecuting attorney could be expected to know. I called the police station and asked for the records department; "Good morning ma'am, I was hoping you could tell me how I would go about procuring the police report for case number xxxxxxxx and any accompanying statements."

"Are you an attorney?"

"Um......no"

"I'm sorry, but records like that are confidential."

"Well.......yes I'm aware of that but I'm actually calling on behalf of the defendant and she wants to know how she would go about procuring the record. She has a right to any information pertaining to her case, right?"

"Yes sir, she does, but I would advise you to call an attorney if she needs legal representation. An attorney will know how to secure the record"

"Fine. Thanks for nothing, bitch. I'll figure it out myself."

Once again I was off to consult teh internets for information on how to proceed. I learned that I needed to file something called a "motion for discovery" in order to obtain the required evidence. This handy-dandy little document can force prosecutors, police, and anyone else to hand over official records that pertain to a criminal defense, along with everything else they know. Sounds great, doesn't it? Unfortunately, you have to know how to draft one of those babies before you can use it. I'll spare you the details, but after many hours of research I ended up with a frankenstein draft that was about 30% my work, 50% cannibalized from examples of motions in other states and in Texas, and 20% my Aunt's work (she's a practicing attorney in Washington, and her help was invaluable in getting myself thrown in jail) Overall, however, I was quite pleased with the result. I had me a textbook motion for discovery, and I wasn't afraid to use it, but I needed something else before I could go to the judge. Amanda had made it clear that she didn't want to prosecute Karen, and I was pretty damn sure that there was a way of making that official. Off to teh internets again.....
The way turned out to be something called an affidavit of non-prosecution. It was surprisingly easy to draft, but disappointingly worthless. The state of Texas doesn't care if the victim doesn't want to press charges in a domestic violence case. It will press charges all by itself whether anyone wants the case prosecuted or not. There were several landmark court decisions that led to this policy, but the jist of the whole process was that too many unprosecuted domestic violence cases led to too many repeat offenses. Even less helpful was the fact that in a number of recent cases, the court had thrown out such affidavits as evidence because they were not signed under acceptable circumstances, and were coerced in some cases. The solution seemed rather simple; all I needed to do was to get Amanda to sign the affidavit in the presence of the prosecuting D.A. after the D.A. had a chance to counsel her and explain what she was signing. Then I just needed to get the D.A. to sign a notarized testament to the counseling and I'd have an admissable piece of mitigating evidence. Time to set up an appointment......
"Tarrant County district attorney's office, how may I help you?"
"I'd like to speak with Ms. Panuthos regarding case xxxxxxxx, is she available?"
"Are you an attorney?"
Frak!!!! This again!? Oh, what the hell...."Um.....yes"

And that was the first step towards getting myself thrown in jail. I eventually managed to get an appointment set up for Amanda to sign the affidavit, despite the D.A.'s insistence that she attend a "Prosecution Alternatives" class first, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The mighty internets, in its' infinite wisdom, had helped me to develop a strong argument for getting Karen's case dropped. As I mentioned before, the spirit of Texas' domestic prosecution laws stems from the desire to avoid repeat incidents. I realized that since Amanda had moved out, a repeat incident was no longer possible, thus making the law superfluous, provided that I could evidence that fact, and I did, using my new favorite toy, the motion for discovery. That was mistake number two. I didn't realize it at the time, but what I essentially did was to forcefully demand compliance from a private entity (my landlord company) in the form of recent records of tenancy, a demand that they had no choice but to accept and that I had no right to make.

Regarding my culpability, things rolled downhill from there at an increasingly worrying pace, culminating in what is called an "examining trial" in the state of Texas. In other states it is called a pre-trial examination or a pre-trial hearing. At the time, I was very proud that I had even managed to obtain such a trial. It took a lot of research and a lot of writing to get to that point. Nonetheless, I still had one very major problem; I had authored and submitted almost a dozen legal documents without licensure. I only got away with it by having Karen submit everything herself and claim that she was defending herself pro se. The goal was to present the accumulated evidence to the judge and the prosecuting attorney, and to have them drop the case on the grounds that there was no witness evidence (I told the police very little of value), no desire to prosecute, and no reason for the law (or the taxpayers) to pursue such a case. I spent a good deal of time counseling Karen as to what she should and should not say during the examination, but I emphasized that above all, she was absolutely not, under any circumstances, to mention that I had authored all of the motions and affidavits filed thus far. I told her that she needed to accept responsibility for them and to be confident about it. In her defense, karen is not a confident person. In fact, she is practically the definition of insecurity. I should have known beforehand what the result was going to be, but I was blinded by my tendency towards hopeless optimism.

The judge, after examining the documents that I submitted and listening to Karen's testimony, took off his glasses and asked Karen "Did you write these documents yourself?" To my horror, she answered "No, he did." and pointed at me. The only response I could think of was a facepalm, hard and loud. I actually hurt myself when I did it. From that point onwards, the judge was focused solely on me.
He asked me "Son, did you submit these documents?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you author these documents?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you aware that you are practicing law in the state of Texas without a license? Do you know what that means? Why on earth would you, without a license, attempt to practice law in my courtroom!?"
What I should have done at that point was to offer an apology and explain the circumstances. Instead, I chose to offer a wisecrack:

"Practice makes perfect, sir".

In retrospect, that was not the time to be appealing to the judge's sense of humor (judges are amazingly humorless people at times), nor to be making a statement about the American justice system, but I did it anyway. I was pretty annoyed after having to go through all the BS I went through to make even a rudimentary, if sound, legal argument. Why should a justice system that is "for the people" be utterly indecipherable to the people? Why should we need licensures and specialists to interpret a law that we are expected to obey? The whole legal industry is an extortionist racket, imo, and I guess I was just pissed about the way I was treated. What, my arguments are good enough for someone who thinks I'm a licensed legal proffesional but not good enough for the same people when they discover that I am not?

Not surprisingly, I was arrested for contempt of court, and spent the night in jail. The next day I went before the judge I had just pissed off to recieve my arraignment for practicing law without a license. I was set to appear in court on the 30th of September.

Needless to say, I was pretty bummed about the situation. I had started this whole thing by trying to get my friend out of jail without a lawyer, and now I was the one who needed a lawyer, which I couldn't afford. I figured I'd get stuck with whatever attorney the state provided me with, and I did. I won't elaborate much on the subject but my meeting with him was not encouraging at all. He struck me as being one of those people who has gotten themselves into a position he was totally unprepared for (I realize the irony in that, but I was just messing around, this is supposed to be his job). In short, when your lawyer begins consulting you for legal advice, you should be worried.

I spent almost two weeks in jail before the clouds miraculously parted and they simply.......let me go. How the hell did that happen, you ask? Karen and Amanda had both gone to the DA's office, and through a combination of appealing to reason and mercy, explaining what happened, and begging, had gotten her to drop the case due to "mitigating evidence". I was so happy that I could have kissed both of them.....and then had them kiss each other.....and then.....well, nevermind, the point is that my roommates ended up not being so worthless after all. They really came through for me when it mattered most.

Now for the happy ending. Karen's trial is now set for the 30th of September (wierd, huh?) and everything I did during the pre-trial phase has been completely expunged. We had to hire a real lawyer for her, to the tune of about $1500, but the little bit that I learned about the legal process in Texas allowed me to light a fire under his ass when he told us to just wait for the trial. He ultimately agreed to try to get the case dropped, using my argument! I was quite happy about that. Hell, I'm still happy about that, especially since I've decided to become a licensed criminal defense lawyer. Yeah, you'd think my first foray into that field would have dissuaded me, but it didn't. I have submitted my application to Forth Worth's Wesleyan campus, which has an excellent legal program despite the fact that it is a Methodist school.

Karen and Amanda are at odds with each other once again (same damn guy), but at least they are no longer living together. They have both reverted to their natural state of worthlessness, and bug me for money all the time. I really hope that they can find boyfriends soon.

Being layed off and broke, I obtained a job at Wal-Mart as a simple stockboy until I could either reclaim my old job or find a better one. I got my stuff back from my dad, though a lot of it was broken, including my prized iMac:damn: Not a problem, though. I mooched an HP laptop off a friend and now I am back on subsim (but this POS cardboard computer can't run GWX:x)

So there you have it, a somewhat unabridged account of my whereabouts for the past couple of months, presented in an abbreviated, yet somehow lengthy, fashion.

It's damn good to be back:salute:

[antikristuseke]

This reminds of that time when i buried those three hitchhike....I had cake, yes cake and no swamp or shallow graves were involved.

Good that things sort of worked out.

[magic452]

Well it's good to have you back and if I ever need a lawyer I'll look you up.
I'll check the county jail first. :haha:

Sorry about your grandmother.

Magic

[XabbaRus]

You couldn't make that stuff up..

So what is your job, ie profession not Walmart stuff....

You could make that into a funny film, you should do and see what happens.

[HunterICX]

Talking about a chain reaction of bad luck, it seemed to have piled upon you there.

glad in the end things went better, glad to see you back.

HunterICX

[Oberon]

Bloody hell, what a story, like Xabba said, you really couldn't make it up. Good on you for going for the Defence lawyer course, I hope you get through, you've had an experience of the system first hand, and created an argument strong enough to stand in court, even if you couldn't use it yourself legally.
But, blimey, you've been through the works alright, and no mistake. :salute:

[Jimbuna]

I've come to one simple conclusion James....if it wasn't for bad luck you'd have no luck at all :hmmm:

Pleased it's worked out well for you in the end mate :up:

[Sailor Steve]

Well, I finally had time to read through the whole thing. Nothing like a little adventure to spice things up, though of course at the time it seems like anything but.

Glad you're okay for the time being, and glad to hear the roommate situation has calmed down somewhat.:sunny:

[FIREWALL]

At least YOU had an adventure. :cry:

Nothing ever exciteing happens to me. :nope:

[XabbaRus]

Trust me, a dull life isn't always a bad thing.

Saying that if I ever make a film of the events in this thread the ending would be what most of the guys here would want, and it wouldn't be the roomies living by themselves....

Having said that this is exactly the type of story that would make a decent comedy if done right. You have the whole satire and irony thing sorted by the fact Lance made a sound legal argument, couldn't use, ended up in jail and then had a lawyer using it...

[UnderseaLcpl]

Thanks for all the feedback, guys. I'm glad that you seemed to enjoy the story.


I've come to one simple conclusion James....if it wasn't for bad luck you'd have no luck at all :hmmm:


Well, it wasn't all bad. I found what I think may be my calling in life (God help me), and I'm not dead yet so I'd say things are looking up.


So what is your job, ie profession not Walmart stuff....

You could make that into a funny film, you should do and see what happens.


I used to work for the railroad. Moving to Walmart after the furlough was a major pay cut but it should cover my bills until I find something better. The nice thing is that I can go back to my old job wiithout reapplying whenever they call me back, and my seniority and benefits remain intact, plus I get 130 days of furlough compensation each year and I don't have to pay social security.

However, I'm afraid that I don't have the talent or the will to even attempt a screenplay. If anyone here wants to try it, be my guest. I hereby waive all intellectual property and associatiative rights.

Well, I finally had time to read through the whole thing. Nothing like a little adventure to spice things up, though of course at the time it seems like anything but.
Glad you're okay for the time being, and glad to hear the roommate situation has calmed down somewhat.:sunny:
Thanks, Steve. It's good to be back with you and the rest of the crew on subsim(Jason, Chad, John, Marc, Jim, Grant, everyone.......thanks for stopping in)

[Freiwillige]

That was the mans version of the lifetime channels movie of the week! :salute:

Welcome back killer, now do try to stay out of trouble!:yeah:

Glad you survived bud.

[Chad]

Hey man,

I think you have found your calling :up:

You've always been one for words and got the wits and guts to do what you believe in. Best of luck getting into that school, and hope everything goes well with you and that. Keep me informed and up-to-date what's going on with it

[Jimbuna]

Thanks for all the feedback, guys. I'm glad that you seemed to enjoy the story.



Well, it wasn't all bad. I found what I think may be my calling in life (God help me), and I'm not dead yet so I'd say things are looking up.



I used to work for the railroad. Moving to Walmart after the furlough was a major pay cut but it should cover my bills until I find something better. The nice thing is that I can go back to my old job wiithout reapplying whenever they call me back, and my seniority and benefits remain intact, plus I get 130 days of furlough compensation each year and I don't have to pay social security.

However, I'm afraid that I don't have the talent or the will to even attempt a screenplay. If anyone here wants to try it, be my guest. I hereby waive all intellectual property and associatiative rights.

Well, I finally had time to read through the whole thing. Nothing like a little adventure to spice things up, though of course at the time it seems like anything but.


Thanks, Steve. It's good to be back with you and the rest of the crew on subsim(Jason, Chad, John, Marc, Jim, Grant, everyone.......thanks for stopping in)

You my friend...are a star :sunny:

SINK EM ALL!! http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/thumbsup.gif