“The next morning, shit you not, one of those CSI-looking-ass trucks is in our front yard with a dozen or so cops and people in those waste biohazard outfits. Like it legit looked like a murder scene from a movie. I’m like, ‘Fuck. I know shit, but do I go out there and tell them?’ They’re looking for the weapon, and I know where it is, but also…I think I need a fucking lawyer. First time EVER a lawyer called me back HIMSELF within five minutes. To be fair, I think he just enjoyed getting the gossip before it hit the news because he just straight-up gave me free advice. Anyway, the guy got off on self-defense in the end.”
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