by Muad'dib on Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:55 pm
I seriously want to get a tattoo now that I passed the bar. I want to get two shooting arrows on my forearms.
The story behind it is that once upon a time I was doing real bad. I was seriously considering "taking the long walk to the light" as we say. So I am walking through a park in CA, and I say "God, if you really want me to try to tough it out, you better give me a sign right now." At that moment the biggest fucking meteor I ever saw shot over my head. I am talking blazing trail, leaving smoke the whole fucking nine. So I stop, and I say "God, that was pretty amazing, but you gotta do that again, it could be just chance." A second later, voom, same damn thing.
And here I am today.
I am no longer allowed to make statements regarding international politics in a public forum.