Nov 1, 2017, 3:07 PM

In my line of work, I like to think of some honor among thieves.

I am enraged when a party, five days before final hearing in a divorce case, decide that they want to have an in-chambers interview of a couple's 9-year-old kid regarding who he wants to spend more time with.

That's fucking low. That's really fucking low. And as much as I should blame the party and not their attorney, attorneys have some obligation to guide their clients into making rational decisions.

I wasn't planning to spend my spare time this weekend reviewing everything for the umpteenth time, but I want to be ready to destroy this motherfucker in the worst way on the stand.