This job sounded perfect, and I sure needed the money.
The judge stared down at the defendant, a look of genuine concern on his face. “Ms. Hudspeth, before I pass sentence, I want to know what arrangements you have made for your son, Gregory.” The defendant looked sweetly at the judge, twirled her hair, and tried to be as appealing as possible in an orange jumpsuit. “Well, your honor, he turned eighteen today, so fuck him.” That’s me,...Read On