Decided against being a lawyer, I just don’t think that world is ready for my dynamic speaking style and how hard I’d crush law school.  There’s only one important thing here, and it’s this—

Lady law is a fickle bitch who must be shown justice.  She can’t see it because of a tragic accident that robbed her of her sight.  She doesn’t need another suit monkey feeding her briefs; she needs an avenger taking her fight into his own well-sculpted hands.  

This is my calling; righting wrongs on my own time, one at a time, be it through this tumblr, through a well-meaning pool hustle, or even a dispute over who had next on the bench press.  

I’m right to think I can help the world, but was wrong to think I had to train myself to fight in a courtroom when I can just fight wherever the fight needs me.  

You don’t need to take any LSAT’s to roll up your sleeves and get dirty.