I'm a Law Student full fuckin' time, but I like to think that I'm only a part time student, b/c I'm not letting it consume my life. (but consuming nontheless) Like now, I should be reading property, but I'm listening to some classic Common that takes me back to riding the Red Line into the city from MD. those were the days, and funny thing is, I knew it at the time. And I appreciated it before it was even over, damn.
My name is an appropriation of the name of one of my favorite NBA players, and it stands for something. He plays for the New Orleans (sometime Oklahoma City) Hornets, actually stayed in school (less known University in Philly) for four years, and three point shooting semi-specialist. A more talented Black Matt Bullard, way more talented.
On the way back for a break, my classmate and I discussed our extra class, and OCI, and our first semester ("the grades sucked, but I liked it ok," she said.) I was wondering if Karl Llewelyn can get me a job, and we talked that the right answer is what our professor think.
I'm gonna eat lunch, shit, and maybe get in 10 minutes of reading. Maybe.
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