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It’s okay with me if my clients are batshit crazy or if they are unreasonable, but if I sense at all that they’re going to be both batshit crazy and unreasonable, their retainer doubles on the spot.
Sleep comes hard, the dreams are crazy and coffee is the breath of life that helps me through each day.
“Keith, send me your snailmail address,” said the woman with the crazy hair, strapping on her fake wings and rollerblades during a well-earned pause in the incessant hoots from those damn howler monkeys.
After things had quieted down a bit Patrick subtley inclined his head indicating Henrietta and confided to Juan, “She’s my client and you know what? I love it when they’re batshit crazy like that—I double their retainer on the spot—I don’t mind working for crazy, but I’m damn well gonna get well paid for it.”
For some unknown reason, I found myself thinking about Mr. Glacier, a geometry teacher at my old high school, who used to work Pink Floyd albums into his questions and was one of the few truly hot math teachers I’ve ever seen; one day, Mr. G decided he was no longer going to use the front door to exit his apartment, which was particularly entertaining since he lived on the second floor.
Riddle me this: if I have a free bag of intact walnuts and a neighbor who regularly parks in handicapped but I know Is Not, I get to righteously shell the car once darkness falls, as long as I scream "incoming! while doing so, right? Right?
The one good thing about the ubiquity of cell phones and headsets is that I haven't been put on psych hold for walking around talking to myself in public in several years.
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