Fuck

Well, on top of that spectacular performance today, I have some "good" news. I guess I can go home again. Plea deal. Didn't need me at all. 25 to life. He'll be eligible for parole in 15 years.

Because as long as you can sing like a canary, you can stab someone 25 times and walk around like a free man before you're fifty.

Sorry Jules. I guess I fucked up all over again.

Back to our regularly scheduled mayhem.