- Monday mornings were a struggle because the courtroom holding cell was jam-packed with unhappy, fragrant drunks and sullen woman-beaters who’d been locked-up over the weekend. No matter how many defendants the criminal court sausage-machine had to process, the other lawyers and I knew the judge would start getting nasty if pursuing justice might jeopardize lunchtime (or the afternoon tee-time).
AND TODAY, THIS.
- Monday mornings start with 15 bright and happy Anuban kids!
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