11.11.2025

I used to write legal documents for money.

'It is clear from the evidence that your entire operation is a fraud and our client looks forward to displaying your gonads in a jar.'

We sued debt collectors. Which ones? Only the ones who broke the law. That was the joke. That's all of them.

These were the kinds of people who send anonymous notes with the addresses of your kids' schools on them. We had a colleague in Idaho who had to go into hiding. Savages. The kinds of bastards who lawyer up for domestic terrorists when they get caught up in the law they pretend to enforce. The guys who blew up Michael Clayton's car. Who look at a corporation that makes its money collecting on expired debts and go, yeah, I'd like to be a part of that.

No shortage of earthly rewards for sociopaths. Makes me wish I was one. If I've been faking my feelings I should get a trophy for method acting. The Daniel Day Fucking Lewis Award.

If you don't know this I am not a fan. My disdain is a matter of record and I'm repeating it here. If this changes your opinion of me, then we can agree to disagree. If you think I'm wrong, then we can agree that I think you have been tricked. I am a terrible actor and I recognize my kind. Pretending to be someone else and being all loud about it isn't really a skill.