In the morning drive to Racine. Go to the old public visitation booths in the Law Enforcement Building. Sit there for an hour waiting to see the client. An argument breaks out between inmates on the other side of the glass. My client gets into the argument. He can’t help it. He is drawn to conflict like a bee is to honey. Drive to Sam’s Club. The lines are very long. Frustrating. I hate slow people. Fucking hate that. Get home and crash out. Watch Youtube videos discussing the philosopy of Frederick Nietzsche.
Don't Worry, Be Happy
