The Path on which the undersigned pursues happiness is that marked by road sign, "Criminal Defense Law." Oh, that path is always strewn with obstacles laid my infamous forces to confuse or to maim him, the birds do not always warble happily overhead, a beclouded sky frequently frowns down upon him, but, through good fortune, the Almighty's blessing and a modest endowment of ability this Pilgrim has, more often than not, navigated the boulders, dodged the screeching, dive-bombing birds, walked his progress in the cool of the shade and has seized that elusive prey, Happiness.

But not today. On this Friday the 13th the Path was planted with IED's, the birds shit upon his head, the heavens threw their thunderbolts at him and the undersigned was CRUSHED, reduced and rendered,

Ashes
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