-My apartment is on the second floor of a building, which sits at an intersection controlled by a traffic light. If I can hear your music while your car is stopped at the light or moving through it, you are […]
Disclaimer: This post is not intended to disparage United States Probation Officers. They are diligent in, and good at, their duties. A conviction for the commission of federal crime(s) is finalized with a fundamentally flawed sentencing process. There are arguments […]
This post marks my annual entry, which commemorates the accident on May 30, 2005, when I sustained a traumatic brain injury after I fell 30 feet. I have consistently written on the day of the “anniversary,” but I did not […]
I turned 37 years old on Friday, February 19. The number is awkwardly close to 40. That cannot be, can it? Let’s review the facts: I am only 3+ years into my career; I live in the same shoebox-sized apartment […]
It seems that, as the years pass, the politics of presidential elections becomes more sensational and utterly embarrassing. I am a registered Republican. The candidates battling to earn the nod as the GOP’s candidate for president are hopelessly flawed. It […]
I listened to music tonight, and ‘Brendan’s Death Song’ by the Red Hot Chili Peppers played. The chorus is the title of this post. Now, this isn’t a morbid goodbye or some death wish. Life is amazing, and I plan […]
The City of Philadelphia is a bit of a joke. I write that as I sit in my apartment at 11:23 a.m. On most every other Friday at this time, I’d either be in court or banging out the work […]
This week, I realized that recovery from a traumatic brain injury is not a finite process. Though I see a neurologist once per year and continue to notice subtle improvements in my physical abilities, I thought that the intrusive medical […]
On Memorial Day Weekend ten years ago, my life changed forever. I am a better person for what I experienced. I’ll never be able to truly express my gratitude and appreciation to my family and friends for the role you […]
I’m stressed but do not know the root of the issue. Perhaps it’s the fact that I have graduated from law school, though, 3 years later, I’m still living in the same box as I did when I began school. Perhaps […]