Like Chasing an Ambulance

THE CONTINUING SAGA:

My desk is a disaster right now. I'm trying to sort out the junk from notes I need for work and the paperwork I need for the lawyer and, what's this?

Over FIFTY, no joke, mailers from lawyers starting the day after my arrest.

Apparently they check the jail records for this stuff daily. It's simply amazing.

Running the gamut from scare tactics ("I don't want to scare you, but let me give you a glimpse of what's in store for you"...followed by the worst scenarios possible, repeated every four lines or so, and lots of slammer photos) to "I'll treat you like family" (his photo has no jacket and the piece is printed on parchment), I actually DID choose to meet with one that sent more than one mailer (they're diligent now, aren't they?), had "winner" handwriting (I'm an armchair graphologist), and a phone number "DISMISS".

This is funnier to me than the credit card offers I got the day after I declared bankruptcy! LOL!