The man awoke. It had been a fitful night's sleep. He had been working on a murder case day and night night and day for weeks. He awoke at 2:30 in the morning, wide awake, Boing!, and decided to not fight it. He turned on the nightstand light and arose. He went into his office and worked on the case for another hour and then he went back to sleep.
The alarm went off at 6:30 and the man awoke. He went into the living room and opened the blinds. It was gray and rainy and as the man looked out onto the gray, rainy world he thought, "Life ain't that great." "Where did I get that from?" In his early morning fog he could not remember and then he did remember...
"Life ain't that great." The lead detective had said that to the man's client during a fourteen hour, all night interrogation. When the man first read it he said to himself, "That is who Grant is."
The man had wondered who Grant was, who he really was, from the time he was retained to defend his client. Grant did so many things that the man, who had been doing homicide work as an attorney for thirty-five years, did something that he had never done before, he googled Ron Grant to see what Ron Grant looked like, to see if he could see in Ron Grant's face a man who did so many bad things, who lied so much. Grant lied so much that his lies became his reality. That was long before he read the transcript of disc 3 of 7 of the fourteen hour, all night interrogation.
It was a unique moment. Grant and the man's client became philosophical. His client asked,
“You know how you feeling you must look and say boy, life crazy. Or it’s not?”
"Life?" Grant was startled. "Life is crazy, man. Life will screw you up, man.”
“I know you know and all that. And know why I said that. And boy, but you, you see firsthand how screwed up life is.”
“Yeah, I do,” Grant agreed.
"The crazy part of life is something, you just, it's some unfathomable things. Just some things just is like before man understand what science is and evaporation, the rain fall and be like wow, what's this? But life have some meaning and it's like that and you know and I'm generalizing though. I don't know what form it may come in."
"Mm hmm," Grant.
"Just crazy."
"Life, life ain't that great. Life sucks at times, man."
"No life, life is great, though,” the client disagreed. The client, the one who at the conclusion of fourteen hours Grant will wrongfully arrest--on no evidence--for first degree premeditated murder. "No, life is great, though."
“No, it sucks. I don't see it like that. I see the bad, the odious. I try to see the good. It's just always bad," Grant concluded.
That is who Grant is, the man concluded.
"No life, life is great, though." The man turned away from the windows and pattered into the kitchen to make coffee.
The alarm went off at 6:30 and the man awoke. He went into the living room and opened the blinds. It was gray and rainy and as the man looked out onto the gray, rainy world he thought, "Life ain't that great." "Where did I get that from?" In his early morning fog he could not remember and then he did remember...
"Life ain't that great." The lead detective had said that to the man's client during a fourteen hour, all night interrogation. When the man first read it he said to himself, "That is who Grant is."
The man had wondered who Grant was, who he really was, from the time he was retained to defend his client. Grant did so many things that the man, who had been doing homicide work as an attorney for thirty-five years, did something that he had never done before, he googled Ron Grant to see what Ron Grant looked like, to see if he could see in Ron Grant's face a man who did so many bad things, who lied so much. Grant lied so much that his lies became his reality. That was long before he read the transcript of disc 3 of 7 of the fourteen hour, all night interrogation.
It was a unique moment. Grant and the man's client became philosophical. His client asked,
“You know how you feeling you must look and say boy, life crazy. Or it’s not?”
"Life?" Grant was startled. "Life is crazy, man. Life will screw you up, man.”
“I know you know and all that. And know why I said that. And boy, but you, you see firsthand how screwed up life is.”
“Yeah, I do,” Grant agreed.
"The crazy part of life is something, you just, it's some unfathomable things. Just some things just is like before man understand what science is and evaporation, the rain fall and be like wow, what's this? But life have some meaning and it's like that and you know and I'm generalizing though. I don't know what form it may come in."
"Mm hmm," Grant.
"Just crazy."
"Life, life ain't that great. Life sucks at times, man."
"No life, life is great, though,” the client disagreed. The client, the one who at the conclusion of fourteen hours Grant will wrongfully arrest--on no evidence--for first degree premeditated murder. "No, life is great, though."
“No, it sucks. I don't see it like that. I see the bad, the odious. I try to see the good. It's just always bad," Grant concluded.
That is who Grant is, the man concluded.
"No life, life is great, though." The man turned away from the windows and pattered into the kitchen to make coffee.
