it's several minutes past midnight. hours earlier, we spent two odd hours battling an 11-page barrage of questions about loans, interests, guaranties, and sureties. now, the casualties of that war are scattered in this little foxhole i call home.
z surrendered to the lure of the red sofa. s was felled by an assault on the head. m is probably still struggling with damaging torts. in a matter of minutes, he should be down and out too.
i just declared a ceasefire with criminal procedure. the human mind can only take so much. over dinner, z wondered how we can cope with retention issues if…when we take the bar.
how indeed… we have to pass credit first though.
