And now back to our show . . .

Life is not good for our hero. He has a trial on Monday with a client that is prototypical jailhouse lawyer. He complains about each and every aspect of our hero’s representation. The client saps our hero’s patience and desire to do good. Also, our hero is beset by judges that are more concerned with efficiency and consistency than seeking justice. The constant nipping from these judicial rattlesnakes into our hero also drains our hero of his resolve to be public defender. In fact, they make our hero wonder why did not he become a greedy corporate lawyer or real estate attorney. Will our hero leave the public defender’s office? Will our hero sell his soul for more money, more prestige, and less aggravation? Only time will tell.

Reasons why I love Tybee Island

  1. The four and one-half hour drive from Atlanta gives a person time to think and regain his perspective in life.
  2. No signs of suburbia for miles and miles.
  3. Seeing freighters, shrimp boats, fishing boats, and ships in general out on the open sea.
  4. Getting some decent seafood at a decent price.
  5. Time appears to move slower.
  6. The ability to sit on the beach and watch the tide come in and not have to say word to anyone, unless you want to talk to them.
  7. Watching people that should not be in either bikinis or Speedos gallivanting down the beach without a care in the world.
  8. Realizing that I am not the person with the palest skin on the beach.

While I did take some pictures, most of them are of Fort Pulaski, a Civil War fort right outside of Tybee Island. I am a dork. Plus, I don’t have a digital camera, and I take black and white photos. I won’t get these pictures back until next week.

Vacation Time!

Vacation time at last! I am heading to Tybee Island. To be honest, I have to go to a Seminar for Public Defenders in the State of Georgia. However, I do not have to pay dime for anything. Close to three years fighting the man is starting to pay off.


The illness of the day is brainfart. Brainfart – an affliction of unknown origin that causes an individual to temporarily forget the training and experience that he or she has obtained. While an individual is suffering from this terrible affliction, the likelihood of looking like a complete idiot or doing something stupid is high.

Case in point – Donzell. Donzell is an attorney charged with the representation of indigent clients in criminal matters. Our subject practices in a county that is in the metropolitan Atlanta area. After a long day in court, our subject has only one matter left before he can go back to his office, a motion to suppress. To our subject, this is a routine matter. He has done the research. He knows what he must ask of the cop. He has his questions before him. However, at the critical moment of cross-examining the officer, our subject hit with this terrible disorder. Our subject appeared to be confused, to be lost, and unsure of what do with himself. Because of this ill-opportune attack of brainfart, our subject lost his motion to suppress and reaffirmed the stereotype that attorneys that represent indigent clients are not competent.

Unfortunately, there is no known cure for brainfart. We are only in the early stages of researching this dreadful aliment. The known symptoms of a person suffering a brainfart is confusion, a bewildered look on the subject’s face, the subject is unable to understand a basic conversation, the subject will repeat statements, and the subject is easily irritable. The preferred course of treatment is to isolate the subject, speak in a patronizing tone, and to reassure the subject that everything will be okay. If you know anyone that suffers from chronic attacks of brainfart, it is imperative that you contact your local mental health professional because it is sign that the subject may a more serious problem.