The gnats love the highway dividers, the freelance pickup artists love the softness of the hands of the women who love their friends for walking with them laughing at the situation, lost people love that I am sitting here looking likely to know, I love it when I know, knowledge in the form of radar loves
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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.'"