Poor Tom (rofl).
He's was excited about the verdict and possibility of a winning appeal.
Then he sat around thinking.
And of course I've lent my 2 cents worth.
He says "I didn't even get a defense - the atty didn't cross examime the cop."
I agreed. I'd be willing to bet if the cop had been asked about the CAR he would not have been able to identify it - he never seen it, and he never saw Tom driving.
"So whatta ya gonna do?" I ask and of course he's not sure.
The atty says he can win this....I said "that's what he said about the first one".... "remember he's out to make money on suckers like you who'll believe him. Might as well take what you got."
I also said to him "9 of 10 people agree you got what you deserved" and his idiotic reply was "THEY WON'T SAY THAT TO MY FACE!"
Last night and into the wee hours he was so ill...up and down; smoking, grumbling, plotting, swearing...
Just like a kid caught with his hand in a candy jar.
Of course he says "when this is all over with we're selling and moving from this God forsaken state! I never got into trouble before I came here!"
(It's never his fault you know.)
And me and my mouth said "you've just never been caught before."
I reminded him that his dear Florida was worse than NC when it comes to breaking the law.
So today he's home nursing a bad headache and nausea. He's litterally making himself sick.
And I'm just telling it like it is.