And the case was extended. Everyday is like this, cold and bitter. I took a swig of my coffee and let the fluid down my throat. Cold again. Why is it that all the coffee I drink bring me unhappiness, yet I still drink it? You may say I have a problem, and you would be right. Except you don't realize I NEED this stuff. It fuels me, makes me. Without it I am a former shell of myself. I have nothing to hate, I run on hate. How does one expect me to win a case when I have no motive? Same goes with everything. I get jammed down the throat to rememeber the three basic yaddha yaddhas for a crime.
This crime today was all the same, easy. Some photographer worked at some photographer business and hated his boss. Loathed him, the kind of hate when "that" boss comes in and tells you that you can't take you're coffee break. That bad. Turns out this boss of his was making him go insane. The defendant must of been ill in some way, too much stress can do that. One day he snapped, unfortunatly for him there was 2 witnesses. No challenge. There was nothing the defense could throw. This was SOLID. Well, except for one thing.
The attorney defending Gregg Head was him. HIM. That lawyer that goes by the name of Phoenix Trite. That mircale laywer that never loses any cases. I wasn't expecting to being going at it with Trite, but this just added somemore interest to the case. There is no way he'll be able to slip out of this one. He must be mad thinking he could win this.
Of course, this is just his style...
If I can write the beginning of an awesome story you can draw picture.
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