March 13, 2004
come monday, it'll be alright
I always liked that Jimmy Buffett song and I've performed it more times than I can remember. I go to court come Monday.
I talked with mt lawyer today and he isn't very optomistic about my chances of coming out with my Cracker ass intact. The BC is going to pummel me and there's not a whole lot I can do about it except break out the checkbook and pay every barracuda swimming around me. If that's what I have to do, that's what I'll do.
I don't have a hell of a lot of choice. It's either do that or go to jail.
We live by the rule of law in this country, but that rule of law does not always lead to justice. I am not the one who dissolved the marriage. I am not the one who committed adultery. I am not the one who moved an unemployed, dope-smoking lover into my house while I was still making 1/2 the payments. I am not the one who flushed a 10-year relationship down the drain without a backward glance.
But I'm the one who's going to pay for it. Go figure.
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