Plan G

I used to be a lawyer.

I suppose I still am.

I'd like to think I was a good lawyer.

Whatever that means.

I don't practice, but I could.

Profound, right?

This is why you come here.

Why do you come here?

I never practiced at a Biglaw firm.

Biglaw is short for Big Law firm.

The monsters.

The white shoes or something similar.

I practiced at the firms Biglaw partners left to start.

Boutiques, we call them.

I'd call them smallishlaw but that just doesn't have the same ring to it as boutique.

I stopped practicing for many reasons.

But I didn't close the door completely.

I could return.

Quite easily.

It's my old man plan D, or E, maybe.

I think silver haired attorneys look the part more.

A good way to stay busy.

In a civilized society, fewer things are more powerful that the ability to practice law.

I will never wear a suit again, though.

Nor a dress shirt and tie.

I find them abhorrent.

On me, you look great in it.

Clients dislike paying many hundreds per billable hour to a kid walking around in Muay Thai shorts and headphones.

Yes, that was me.

In retrospect, I have lived a weird life.

One that I never thought of as weird during said weirdness.

It's only when I tell it.

When I remember it.

That it seems so silly.

So strange.

I used to be a lawyer.

I suppose I still am.

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