About 8 years ago I was seriously interested in going to law school. I was living in Jacksonville (GAH!) with my parents (DOUBLE GAH!!), and needed to find some purpose or reason to get the hell out of Jacksonville and go somewhere else and do something, and hopefully be able to make some money out of it down the road. Law school is the last refuge of college-educated scoundrels, so it seemed like the right idea at the time. I researched law schools, took practice LSATs, and sampled various kinds of blow to accustom myself to the law school lifestyle. I figured I had a good chance of getting into a decent law school like UC Davis, UC Hastings, or Oregon, which also would have helped me get back to the West Coast and out of Jacksonville.
One morning I literally woke-up and decided I didn't want to go to law school. I never actually believed that I'd be, you know, a good lawyer, nor would I enjoy it, and spending three years and accumulating the kind of debt that makes developing countries default on their IMF loans didn't sound all that appealing (and that's without the cost of a coke habit). Putting in the 80-hour work weeks just so in three years I could be laid off and have to find yet another unsatisfying career choice just sounded like a really, really bad idea.
And it's a shame, because not only did I succeed in crushing my parents' hopes and dreams for me once again ("They wanted me to be respected as a doctor or a lawyer man") but it means I'm not eligible to wear a t-shirt that reads, "Once Hugo Black You Never Go Back."
Sure, it's nerdy as hell, but if I was a lawyer I would have enough money that beautiful, amazing women would want to be with me, and not dump me for fat, unemployed computer game engineers. At least, that's what I tell myself in order to make me feel worse.
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