I once represented a kid who did dumb kid stuff. I still represent kids who do dumb kid stuff, but this kid was different. He did some really dumb kid stuff. Felony dumb. Like too many of these dumb-kid felony stories, this one involved a kid from a decent home in a decent neighborhood. He’d clearly watched Scarface after drinking one too many Red Bulls and thought that the only way out of the “mean” suburbs was his balls and his word.
And his drugs, obviously.
He tried to set himself apart in the marketplace with a unique distribution strategy. He was the “Peapod” of narcotics. He offered a personal delivery Continue reading “I’d Rather Be Good Than Lucky.”