I have a meeting with a client in just a minute, and although I've never met him and I know nothing about him, I bet- I am truly willing to bet- that he has some kind of sad story. I will also bet that he is going to endeavor to convince me that he's really a good guy who has just gotten a bad rap, and I will further bet that he is either out of work or between jobs or has some other reason why paying us for legal services is going to be a problem. This unknown client will probably also want his case dismissed, or at least reduced to a lesser charge, although he will be reluctant to go to trial or to enroll in whatever counselling that the prosecutors require.
OK, the secretary has brought me his stuff....
Well, the kid was only 17, so he's still too far into the tough guy stage to realize that he needs to prove that he's a nice guy. His offense? (and this is the kind of shit that's just comic gold) He and some buddies were arrested for throwing rocks at a cop. Throwing rocks at a cop. Let that just roll around in your head for a minute and try to imagine how young and stupid you have to be to think that throwing rocks at a cop is a good idea. Of course, my client didn't throw any rocks (it was only his friends), and, of course, this kid has dropped out of school and also doesn't have a job. The client's dad will be footing his bill (although I told client that he needed to get a job in order to impress the judge- which is kind of a lie. I think I just want this little shit to have to pay his own way on his case). Oh yeah, and client thinks the case should be dismissed b/c he knows some kids who were juveniles who threw rocks at cops and their cases got dismissed (this is one of those recurring themes of criminal defense work- no matter what you do for your clients, they've always heard of some dude who got a better deal. "Well, there's one guy I knew from when I was in the county [jail], and he cut some guy's head off, and he got probation, man.").
Anyway, I'm hoping that the cop didn't actually see which kids threw the rocks. Three years of law school, ladies and gents.
It's raining. I'm sleepy. Again.