A new appreciation for the historical sophistication in Clintwood. As I'm leaving the courthouse the father of the defendant called me a mthrfckr robber baron and spit tobacco on my shoe. I asked him to repeat it. He replied you heard me mthrfckr. I said I had never been called a robber baron. Then I realized I may be the only person in the parking lot not possessing a shotgun in my vehicle. I retreated to my car, lit a cigar, turned up David Bowie, and sped out of town behind a logging truck at 4.5 mph. #birthdayweek. #fridayhappy.
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