I started this blog when I was just a teen out of high school, 8 years ago on a cold January day. It was snowing – I don’t remember, it must’ve been – and the combination of whiskey and marihuana had deluded me into thinking that other people might actually want to read what I had to say.
That was proved wrong over and over again. But somehow the buzz of that very special winter remained and I’ve written ever since. I’ve written when no one was reading and I’ve written when everyone was reading and I’ve written because I’ve had to and I’ve written because I’ve wanted to and now it’s eight years later and holy fuck that’s a lot of writing.
That’s eight years of cursing. Eight years of clever pop culture references. Eight years of terrible pop culture references. Eight years of jokes that no one got. Eight years of jokes that only I got. Eight years of opinionated bullshit. Eight years of insight that surprises even me. Eight years of suffering through people asking me if I’m Gideon and lying to them or telling them the truth. Eight years of wondering what’ll happen if someone “finds out” and eight years of not really giving a shit. Eight years of wanting to be a better lawyer and finding ways to realize that it’ll take eight more.
Eight years of you: loyal, loving, silent readers. Eight years of the most idiotic comments I’ve ever read in my life. Eight years of interacting with some of the nicest people from across the country. Eight years of disappearing for months at a time and coming back to find you’re still here. Eight years of learning and hating and making mistakes and learning. Eight years of engaging with bigots and narrow-minded people and hoping against hope that maybe, just like in my day job, I affected one person. Eight years of shouting against the ever loudening din of the obsequious. Your rights are my rights. My rights are your rights. Shut the fuck up and let me watch my reality TV.
But I will go on, for what else is there to do, but to do that which you want? Sometimes, you have to go a long distance out of your way to come back a short distance correctly. I’ve been to the zoo.
Thank you. Each and every one of you.
Ammianus Marcellinus relates an anecdote of the Emperor Julian which illustrates the enforcement of this principle in the Roman law. Numerius, the governor of Narbonensis, was on trial before the Emperor, and, contrary to the usage in criminal cases, the trial was public. Numerius contented himself with denying his guilt, and there was not sufficient proof against him. His adversary, Delphidius, “a passionate man,” seeing that the failure of the accusation was inevitable, could not restrain himself, and exclaimed, “Oh, illustrious Cæsar! if it is sufficient to deny, what hereafter will become of the guilty?” to which Julian replied, “If it suffices to accuse, what will become of the innocent?” Rerum Gestarum, L. XVIII, c. 1.
Now get off my lawn.