The please freak And the likeness monster Follow the pretend family On their journey alone Around the room. In the middle of the night Comes the terrifying cry— "How may I help you" The tree looks down And shakes its head. Under separate cover Of the night, love Stalks the streets. The audit committee Goes
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How to Be a Lawyer
My father taught me how to play the beer bottle. It was Schlitz, and I was three or four. "You tuck your lower lip under, then blow air over the top of the bottle." I produced a tone, and we laughed. He paused. "You can make a different sound if there's less in the bottle," he said, motioning for me to take a sip. I did, then blew another note. We laughed again.
"Do you want to learn something else? Here's how to be a lawyer. Raise one eyebrow." I did so. "Good. Now hold it for a few seconds, turn toward the jury, and say 'I see.'"