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To: Gauguin who wrote (16380)	1/10/1999 10:15:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

I quit doing criminal cases, I know I mentioned, but I did not say why. There was this kid, he was older than eighteen but not much, and he was from a family of career criminals, and he was already a career criminal, himself. I'll call him "Bobby." Bobby was white, short, blond, slim, blue-eyed, not someone you would think would have a good time in jail. One time, I was at the jail, visiting another client, and I was standing in the hall, waiting for the warden to buzz open the next of a series of bulletproof glass doors, and I chanced to look in the window of the room I was passing, and I saw Bobby, wearing a straight jacket, in a padded room. He was on suicide watch. Now, the case I represented him on was a dead cinch lock for the Commonwealth, in fact there were six separate charges, and the Commonwealth was willing to drop all but one and amend it down to a misdemeanor if Bobby would plead and he would serve a year. Which was a heck of a deal. And he wanted to take it, and he did. But I started having nightmares about being in jail, wearing a straight jacket, when a fire broke out, or a river overran its banks and flooded the jail, and I couldn't go to jail anymore. I just couldn't.