Conversations, miscommunications, and everyday verbal masturbations. Be wary: Nothing important exists beyond this point, although what lies within these extemporaneous scripts, however true, can also obtain offensive material. These conversations are as accurate as I remember.
My day-job is that of an intake coordinator for a defense attorney's office, part of which requires that I interview convicts, both incarcerated and freed, to gather their statements of the cases in question. Names save for mine will be changed.
My day-job is that of an intake coordinator for a defense attorney's office, part of which requires that I interview convicts, both incarcerated and freed, to gather their statements of the cases in question. Names save for mine will be changed.
Who you gonna call? (2/5/08)
We're doing office intakes. People alleged to have committed crimes -- but were not incarcerated -- have up until 10 days prior to their trial to request the representation of a public defender. My office mate and I are the first line of defense. I'm halfway through an interview when a client decides to become a clown.
Rance: Alright, sir, now that I've got all of your identifying information, I just need to write down your statement -- your words -- relaying what happened on the night these charges concern.
Client: Oh, what, you mean like, what I done?
Rance: Or maybe what you didn't do.
Client: Oh, I get it. I mean, there weren't nothin' -- I got me into a fight, busted some tail, and the cops jumped in.
Rance: Did the officers try to restrain you?
Client: Shit! Restrain me? They blasted tazers like they was the Ghostbusters, man! I might be black, but they sure as hell ain't afraid of no ghost!
... I'll just refrain from commenting for fear of foot-in-mouth disease.
(edited for a stupid grammatical mistake.)
Rance: Alright, sir, now that I've got all of your identifying information, I just need to write down your statement -- your words -- relaying what happened on the night these charges concern.
Client: Oh, what, you mean like, what I done?
Rance: Or maybe what you didn't do.
Client: Oh, I get it. I mean, there weren't nothin' -- I got me into a fight, busted some tail, and the cops jumped in.
Rance: Did the officers try to restrain you?
Client: Shit! Restrain me? They blasted tazers like they was the Ghostbusters, man! I might be black, but they sure as hell ain't afraid of no ghost!
... I'll just refrain from commenting for fear of foot-in-mouth disease.
(edited for a stupid grammatical mistake.)
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Yup sounds like a typical gangsta wanna be.Posted 12-02-2008 at 03:13 PM by Johnathon
