El Abogado was walking out of the Courthouse with conviction #147 under his belt. "Good," he muttered to himself, shifting his briefcase to his right hand, "another abhorrent threat to society locked away." This was a big conviction - a double homicide combined with a DUI and illegal elk smuggling. All of the sudden El Abogado was on the ground, staring up into the sunlight, a menacing figure looming over him. "Your abs can't save you now!" said the figure, and El Abogado the figure. It was a perp he locked up for indecent exposure a year before. He finally got out and obviously had a grudge against our esteemed hero. Luckily the perp was four foot five and not approaching muscular; the assault was a fool's errand. After a not very prolonged fight, the perp was bloodied and brought into the halls of justice by El Abogado himself. The only damage sustained to El Abogado was a ripped shirt. Justice arrived.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
El Abogado Week 2/Abenture 1
El Abogado was walking out of the Courthouse with conviction #147 under his belt. "Good," he muttered to himself, shifting his briefcase to his right hand, "another abhorrent threat to society locked away." This was a big conviction - a double homicide combined with a DUI and illegal elk smuggling. All of the sudden El Abogado was on the ground, staring up into the sunlight, a menacing figure looming over him. "Your abs can't save you now!" said the figure, and El Abogado the figure. It was a perp he locked up for indecent exposure a year before. He finally got out and obviously had a grudge against our esteemed hero. Luckily the perp was four foot five and not approaching muscular; the assault was a fool's errand. After a not very prolonged fight, the perp was bloodied and brought into the halls of justice by El Abogado himself. The only damage sustained to El Abogado was a ripped shirt. Justice arrived.
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