We Prepare To Do our Thang

Tales of a voodoo lawyer...


You can tell its getting close to Voodoo Court term again, cuz people are starting to ask their friends, preachers, cell mates, anyone they know for a referral to a good voodoolawyer. These poor would be clients are scared to death of going to court, even if it is a voodoocourt,
and they need me to even out the odds.
Take this cat here...the white one, I mean. The Money Island Swamp is in a dry jurisdiction but we have a little blind tiger back in the woods. The bartender, Clyde, sometimes runs clients for me; Clyde could see this white guy needed a voodoolawyer, and a good one at that.

"How much will the voodoolawyer charge me?" worried the white man. "As big a sack of money as you can get," said Clyde, as he handed over a matchbook, printed with directions to my place. "How do I get back in there?" asked the white man. "Get your money together first," Clyde told him.
The fellow started to tell Clyde the whole story, but Clyde told him to "save it for the VoodooLawyer."
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Turns out, the white man had some money in his shrimp boot.

When he got the rest together, he he headed toward my place.

Back at the office, I was practicing my closing argument...


The fellow finally got here with his dough ...
I got to work right away on his case.
He was charged with shooting this lady, but I think it was an accident...

I mean, she just wasn't careful,

You hate to play "Blame the Victim," but ...

maybe she should have taken up fishing.