I was downtown, standing. Somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turned my head to the side and saw a skinny black man with lots of deep lines in his face. He was just out of a local holding facility, served 97 days for breaking probation.
"You a lawyer," he asked. I told him no.
"You ain't!?" I smiled. (Do I look like a lawyer??)
"What you smilin' foe?"
"'Cause I'm not a lawyer."
"Oh," the old man said, "I thought you was smilin' 'cause you think you don't deserve to be a lawyer or somethin'."
"Oh hell no. I just don't like lawyers."
The old guy cackled. "Me neither!"
-- W i l l