The Break Up

It was a good run.

But ultimately, Jordan and I have decided our practices are taking us in different directions.

So after much discussion, a bit of Sarah McLachlan, a few boxes of tissues, some Crossfit (I hated it), and a brief custody dispute over our awesome furniture, Jordan and I decided to part ways effective Jan 1, 2015.

I’m continuing with a new entity, “Mulvihill LLC”, where I’m going to keep doing what I do, namely, defend my clients and be a thorn in the side of prosecutors (by the way, got another Not Guilty verdict today).

Jordan’s continuing to practice as “A. Jordan Rushie, Attorney at Law“, where he’s going to keep doing whatever it is he does (namely, wiping the floor with opposing counsel in poorly considered lawsuits against his clients. See, e.g. this).

But don’t cry for us, blawgosphere, as we both are going to continue to write here for PhillyLawBlog and be general pains in the ass. We still have a lot to say, whether you want to hear it or not. Don’t be strangers.

Hugs and Kisses. XOXO,

-Leo & Jordan

A Tale of Honey and Vinegar

Oh, I’m just a little black rain cloud…

It was 11.30 am. I was standing behind defense table, arguing to have my client’s case dismissed.

I was also really pissed off. You see, I’d been waiting in court for the DA to be ready to put on their preliminary hearing.

Around 8.30 that morning, while the Court staff statused the cases for the day,  the District Attorney said “Your Honor, I have good contact with my witness, and they are on their way in”.

“Ok”, said the judge. “Witness hold”. She turned to me “Counsel, please come back at 10 for a status of witness”.

“Of Course, Your Honor” I said. The witness already hadn’t shown twice, and the case was marked “Must-be-Tried Commonwealth”—e.g., if the witness didn’t show up, the case would be dismissed. My client had been arrested five months prior and had been sitting in custody ever since on $100,000.00 bail. He was anxious to get out. I was anxious to get him out. I wanted to get this case over with. “I’ll be back around 10.00 Your Honor, thank you”, I said before I left the courtroom, off to the number of other courtrooms that commanded my attention that morning.

That was three hours ago. I’d taken care of my other cases in my other rooms, and I had been waiting since 10 for the District Attorney to come back. He’d walked in the room at 11.29.

The first words out of his mouth: “Your Honor, my witness can’t make it in today”.

Perfect.

Planet Fitness for Lawyers

I judge the way they spell “judgment”.

I just got back from my workout at Planet Fitness and I feel great.

I’ve been going for about 6 months regularly now, and I’ve dropped excess weight, toned my muscles, and have shaved my 5k down to just over 20 minutes. Not too shabby.

A disclaimer.

I don’t do Crossfit. I’m not paleo. I am lactose intolerant, but I can keep that under control with Lactaid.

Otherwise, I drink and eat whatever I want, in moderation, though my diet is admittedly heavy in rice, beans, and vegetables. When I go to brunch, you can be sure as shit I’m ordering Eggs Benedict or something else with hollandaise along with my Bloody Maria. Delicious.

Crossfit for Lawyers

It was mid-2013. I ran into a friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in awhile. Except now he was all jacked.

“Dude, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look amazing…” I said to my buddy Ryan. “What have you been doing?” Ryan was once a little bit chubby and not muscular. Now he looked like an action hero.

“Crossfit” he replied, grinning.

“I’ve heard about that. Seems cool. But don’t you need to be super jacked to do that stuff? I can’t even do a pullup.”

“No. Not at all. Just try it out and see if you like it. The workouts are scalable, so anyone can do it. Not well, but you’ll get into shape fast if you stick with it. I was super out of shape when I started. You remember…”

“But isn’t Crossfit just some stupid fad like Zoomba or Tae Boe?” I asked.

“No. Basically, they play the music real loud, you just do what the coaches tell you, and if you do it a few times a week you’ll get in good shape. It’s a mix of cardio and heavy weight lifting. Fun as hell, sort of like playing outside with your friends. Some of the dudes at my gym even compete and get real serious about it. I’ve seen some guy lift over like 300lbs. I’m working to get there…” he said. “You can take it as far as you want to go.”

“…are you trying to get me to join a cult?” I asked skeptically.

“Nah. But you’ll definitely meet some cool people, and the girls are all hot. I met my girlfriend there, and picked up some decent clients. Call it whatever you want, but it’s the best money I spend all month.”

Hmmmm…. I could just give it a try to shut him up, I guess…