Suddenly, everything’s different
Him: Another drink?
Me: Thanks, but I can’t. Got an early morning tomorrow.
Him: I thought the kid was away.
Me: He is. I’m in court tomorrow morning.
Sorry for the lack of posts.
Took on some work a little while ago and it all came to a head this past week regarding three court cases; and I’m only a lawyer in one of them. In the other, I wear my other professional hat, and in yet another, I’m the petitioner, representing myself.
Been almost five years since I was last in court.
Submitted my legal memorandum to one client this past Wednesday after working on it for several months. Then, that same day, met up with another client in court downtown and happened to have my own case in the same courtroom with the same judge.
Turns out that there were several errors in my paperwork – not in any of the others. I suppose, when you’re your own lawyer, you’re less exacting.
That’s what I tell myself.
Guessing that the weight of what was going on must have shown on my face. Cause this stern judge admonished me for the errors and then looked at my ashen face and brightened a bit (only a bit) and said, “It’ll be ok, counselor. It’s gonna be ok.”
Then he signed my OSC and suddenly a lot of things were different in my life. And different for the boy. All with the stroke of a pen.
The judge also signed an order for my client, who’s also a good friend of mine. The path of his life just changed along with mine. And we walked out of the courtroom different men than the ones who walked in a few hours earlier.
Buddy: Thanks, I’m not sure I woulda done this if you didn’t help.
Me: Well, I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t do it, so…same. Thanks.
Afterward, we met up with my buddy Pac…and Mouse, for some Vietnamese food.
Me: (getting up) Can we talk for a sec?
Mouse: (hesitates) OK.
Me: (privately) Thanks for coming. It really means a lot to me.
Her: I didn’t come just for you, they’re my friends too.
Me: I know. (nodding) I’m still glad you came.
Pac: Is lunch on you, Logan?
Me: (thinking) Well, considering the three of you are the only people I consider that I actually mentor, sure.
Him: I was only kidding!
Me: It’s fine. (taking out wallet) I want to do it.
The picture way above is with my buddy from around the way. He’s a writer and he and I talked about the craft. It felt almost normal.
And the drink was in the hotel I once stayed at with Alison when it was called Nylo but it’s now The Arthouse Hotel.
Everything changes around here. Sometimes I hate that. Sometimes, that’s for the best.
Suppose time will tell which is which with this massive change I made in our lives.
Location: home, telling someone that I’m sorry
Music: more than worth it
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