When I first became a lawyer, it
was to help defend the poor
and vulnerable
from injustice and exploitation.
But the more successful you
get, the further you
get from the people who are needy.
So I found I’d become a
highly-paid legal
gunslinger, who changed sides on every
issue he used to hold fast
to. Which may explain
how I stumbled so badly when I
defended the arsonists
who torched the City
Council building. Kyle Kerns ripped my
case apart. He shredded my
reputation, and
all but destroyed my manhood, in front
of all the luminaries
of the city. The
rest of my career was a plummet,
away from the centers of
power, until at
last I was back with the poor, where I
started. And how I despised
them and their weakness.