Had not seen Patrick in a while. He says he hasn’t left Rutland or Middlebury for a while. He looked pretty stable, better than the last time we interacted.
I was a lawyer. Cannot remember the case. Nothing too serious. He said I helped him get his life back on track. Then, he reminded me that I had gone to jail for arguing with a judge. He had the jail time straight, but not the reason. That’s the problem with these incidents; they take on a life of their own. So, I had to explain the case again. “You didn’t handle that very well.” “Its the story of my life, Patrick, but not that time. Judge Toor was going to put me in jail for something that day. I could have noisily dropped a pencil on the table and I would have gone to jail.”
We probably do share things in common, as it turned out. “I have gotten into trouble for the wrong things,” he said. “I never got caught for most of the bad stuff I did. They always got me for the nothing stuff.” Not that I have done bad stuff, but the stuff I got assassinated for was all bullshit. Always beware when they make decisions unique to you.
Then we took pictures of a duck.
