833 months to life in prison. Life to life. I’ve never seen a scoresheet that high. It hasn’t been a pretty week in toiletlaw. One client just went to prison this morning because he wouldn’t cooperate, and he is so sick he will likely die there, whereas he could have had guarded medical treatment in the real world. Asking the department of corrections to take real good care of a man with diabetes, sleep apnea, pulmonary disease, embolisms, a necrotic leg and oxygen tank needs 24/7 is a joke. The prison system is a deadly joke as it is, but this guy made the conscious choice and the best I can do is make as good a record as possible about his illnesses. See you in 3 years. Then we have sentencing on an infamous case. I saw the scoresheet, so fucking high its life or life. There was no need for trial. We have to pray for departure. The ugly side of criminal defense.

On the other hand I’ve finally cracked 300 pounds for good. 295 and change this morning. My instructor got me to buy a rashguard with the school logo on it. It helps actually draw water off my body when training. It’s tight as a motherfucker and leaves nothing to the imagination. I asked him for an XXL which is my t shirt size. “The largest is XL, dont worry itll fit right.” I put it on. I’ll never wear it outside of jiujitsu. You can see why:

However we’re moving in the right direction weight wise. I have a new suit coming in today. I feel better and look better. The job front is as bleak as ever though. One day this profession will let me move on from this purgatory. Not today though. Back to the shitmines.