Well folks, it only took working here two weeks...
I can't be a prosecutor. I have to be a public defender. I can't possibly imagine myself ever doing something else.
Small problem: Full-time externship at prosecutor's office in the fall.
I love my job. I love the agency I work for. I love the people I work with. I love this city, with all of its problems. I want to do this. This is it.
I'm a fast-talkin' hell-raisin' son of a bitch, and I'm a sinner and I know how to fight
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- ugh.
- Verdict is in.
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- Supreme Court - June 28, 2004
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2 comments:
I don't need an innocent client to convince me to become a public defender.
Right on, sister!
(And welcome to the right side of the law.)
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