I want nine lives. Nine other lives.
I want more lives. With them, I would:
1. Be an Alaskan crab fisherman and smoke and swear all day and talk about getting back to my family and how dangerous my job it. But I won’t care because after 6 weeks of work, I’ll take home 15 grand and that will be enough to make me happy.
2. Be a chef. These people get to scream and yell at work and are still considered professionals. What’s not to like? Plus, I like to eat.
3. Be an undercover agent. CIA, NSA, FBI…whatever. With lots of gadgets.
4. Live on an island. Not entirely Survivor style, but someplace with a lot of abandoned beaches.
5. Be a murder detective. But without all the psychological crap that messes up your head. Oh, and without all the Constitutional restrictions, too.
6. Be a professor. I’m not sure what I’d teach. Maybe Philosophy of Law.
7. Be a cruise ship captain.
8. Be a marine biologist and study great white sharks and explore the ocean.
9. Manage a rock star.
C’mon. I’m not the only one, right? What other lives do you want?

Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.