Legal Referral’s Midnight Meltdown: Portland’s $2M Mess Has Me Questioning My Life Choices
Cops, Killers, and My Sanity: Forget Is Wrongful Death a Felony, Is Being a Lawyer Illegal?
God, what time is it? Whatever. It’s me. Again. Can’t sleep. This Portland case… it’s messing with my head. So, $2 million lawsuit. Against cops. For not stopping a killer. I mean… [long pause] What are we even doing here? Had a client ask me today, “Is this normal?” Normal? What’s normal anymore? I almost laughed. Wanted to say, “Sure, it’s normal. Just like it’s normal for me to be talking to myself at 2 AM.” Didn’t say that. Probably should’ve.
It’s Not All Grey’s Anatomy, People
You know what’s funny? Not funny-haha, but… you know. Everyone thinks wrongful death, it’s all dramatic. Like, wrongful death medical malpractice lawyer stuff. Doctor leaves a sponge in someone. But this? This is… I don’t even know. And don’t get me started on the ripple effects. Had a guy call today. Wanted a catastrophic accident attorney because his neighbor’s dog looked at him funny. I’m not kidding. This is what we’ve come to.
Sometimes It’s the Dumb Stuff That Gets Ya
You wanna know what really keeps me up at night? It’s not the big cases. It’s the stupid ones. Had this case last month. Slip and fall head injury. Guy died. Over a wet floor sign that wasn’t there. A sign! And now we’re here, talking about murderers walking free, and I’m just… [unintelligible muttering] Oh, and get this. Was reading about tank slapping the other day. Motorcycle thing. Totally unrelated. Or is it? I don’t know anymore. Maybe everything’s related. Maybe nothing is. Is this what going crazy feels like? I need a drink. Or sleep. Or a new job. Maybe I’ll become a… what’s a job where you don’t have to think? Professional pillow tester? Is that a thing? Look, I don’t have answers. I’ve got questions. Lots of ’em. Why are we like this? Why is the law like this? Why did I choose this career? Why is my coffee mug empty? If you need me, I’ll be… actually, don’t need me. I’m not here. I’m on a beach somewhere. In my mind. With no lawsuits. And no cops not catching killers. And no… anything. Is it too late to go to medical school? Probably. Knowing my luck, I’d end up a wrongful death medical malpractice lawyer target. Full circle. Funny how life works. Or doesn’t. I’m going to bed. Or to stare at the ceiling. Same thing, right?
