Knowing that a bunch of Harris County prosecutors are reading sometimes cramps my blogging style. I’ve got a felony cocaine and heroin case (less than a gram of each) set for trial tomorrow, and I feel constrained to say nothing more at this point than this:
It’s an automatic-probation case if we lose, but my client, a lawyer, has a whole lot more at stake than the State does. So I have been very thorough in preparing some rather powerful surprises for the State.
It’s probably better this way. I was inviting all sorts of trouble blogging about trial tactics and strategies that might have had something to do with the cases I was trying.
Oh, and today I punched a hole with a heavy-duty industrial 3-hole punch through the fingernail on my left index finger and into the top of the finger. (The sound of a hole punch puncturing fingernail is not a pretty one.) Perfect 300-degree arc out of the nail, perfect circular profusely-bleeding incision. That’s gonna leave a mark.
For jury selection should I wear a Spiderman bandaid or a Barbie bandaid?