It’s widely thought that the guys who sue hospitals — you know, the ambulance chasers? — are the scum-sucking bottom feeders of the legal profession. The lowest of the low.
They aren’t. It’s actually guys like me: the schlubs working mail-order legal assistance.
It’s boring, mostly wills and contracts. Crackpot patents.
But then, this:
“My name will soon be known to you; I require legal assistance in a capital murder case. I will be seen to kill the president of the largest bank in the United States.”
I almost threw it away, but the last line grabbed me.
“I am innocent.”
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