The law is sticking all kinds of fingers in my a$$hole right now, but with a few savvy business deals, I can plow through this shit and come out smelling like roses. Ironic, really—to get out of this drug charge, I’m forced to arrange bigger drug deals than I ever intended to.
That statement ought to really help this young genius in the sentencing phase of his legal situation.
“We have met the finger up our a$$hole and it is us.”
If the drug dealers he intends to set up hear about this little deal, he might end up dead.
I'm thinking that old Leroy is going to be sorry he wrote this and may even have to deny it. He'll have to drop out of school to become an anarchist. So much for that Accounting degree.
This rant may keep him in jail for an extra few months. I hope it is going to be worth it to him. I know it is to me.