Fuck David Kleinfeld

I don't know much of anything. But I sometimes get glimpses.

I intern at the Queens District Attorney's Office, Gang Violence and Hate Crimes Division. It was slow so I went to the courthouse and supported one of our ADA's having a trial. Sitting in the audience, I see someone who looked familiar but I couldn't really place him anywhere. I shrug it off. I used to care about stuff like that but now I shrug it off. I blame law school.

The case at hand is slow and boring so I leave and go to the Malakov trial across the hallway. A case like this is why I'm in law school. The passion is in the air:

http://www.wikio.com/us/crime/murder/daniel_malakov

When they break for lunch, I go back to the first courthouse and watch the defense attorney's closing statement. It was pretty good. When the judge orders a break, I leave altogether.

The kid who looked familiar is sitting on a bench by the elevator.

"Excuse me," he goes.

"Yeah?"

"Did you go to Bowne?"

"Yeah."

I remembered where he was from. We used to hang out in gym class. I find out he's on trial for gun possession. Four of them. He'll be going to jail for 15 years unless he's somehow rich enough for a Cochran-type. When I tell him I'm gonna be a lawyer, he goes "God Bless."

I tell him to stay positive and leave. I wind up running into an attorney I used to work with and find out he's got an 1100-count indictment he's working on (LMAO).

Then I counted my blessings and called it a day.