It’s not easy starting an essay when one is so hung-over. Such is my current status. I feel like a zombie who’s trying to type out his last will & testament. And to substitute the aches and pains, I pour enormous amounts of caffeine and yellow dye number 5 into my weakened body, just so I can stop my eyes from receding any further into my skull.
ABSTRACT: I might say he is the antithesis of a conspiracy researcher. An almost mythological attorney who doesn’t like to see strange coincidences passed-off as empirical evidence. He can quickly turn the tables on someone thinking they’ve got their argument made, and instead make their attestation tumble like a house of cards, leaving that person dissolute and unable to substantiate the claim any longer.