Andrew Q Gordon

Well most of them at least.

Nephy. Damn, I so need to be able to give you more than one point for that - sex change and chatted up by a cop - leave it to you to put THAT spin on things

Okay so shave, get a hair cut and show yourself for real and not just a cool shirt - You show us yours, I show you mine. [And I have NEVER posted a picture on this thread before, so that's saying something that I am willing scare the membership like that ]

@Cia - I DID! I had my laptop, but it is like a cattle shoot in there. It was bad enough everyone knew I was 'the law' writing a 'gay' story wasn't going to win me more friends. Twice while I tried to write, I caught the woman next to me trying to read my screen. I'm like oh no. :mace: Finally I gave up. @Antya - I could see waiting IF I had not paid my tickets or done something to get my license suspended, but THEY screwed up and I paid. That is what bothered me most. Toward the end, I was hoping the Det. would come back and just arrest me so I could stop waiting. LOL Hell if I'm leaving in a huff, I might as well make it dramatic and memorable. :king:

@Sara - Writing the entry let me see some of the humor in this - so did some of the comments to the status update, but at the time, I had to do breathing exercises to calm down. I could feel my stress levels building so high my chest was getting tight. But yes it is funny now @Tomas - yeah I suspect some of them are like that. I wonder also if for some it's got to do with them having power over us. I mean this one guy would help someone, then get up disappear, come back, pretend to do work - I mean what was left after the extended time he spent with the customer, then and only then would he request the next customer. When i was dealing with the supervisor, he came over to chat with another person who was literally just sitting on the chair doing nothing - now I don't know what her job is but nothing??? So then after spending 5 minutes - and it was 5 minutes, pushing two license plates into a slot - he had to write on them with black marker, then walk around talk to the woman doing nothing, then spend time trying to slip them in all different ways. I mean the place was packed at the time and he was doing basically nothing. And no one could make him help them. Guess he was an 'A' Student in the A -hole Class.

Having the day off is such a wonderful thing - most of the time. This week, despite being 'furloughed' on Monday - which is a crock of pig dung because a furlough is not the taking of a day's pay, it is the taking of a day's pay and telling you that you don't have to work. What they did was take away a paid holiday but call it a furlough so they don't have to give us a day off which is how it is supposed to be - but I digress. I was trying to be productive. I have a list of things I want to get done by Friday and a couple more by Sunday night; In no particular order of importance, my list was, renew the registration on my Jeep, renew my driver's license, get my oil changed, handle the recall and get running boards for my Jeep - hey I may be gay but I do love my Jeep Wrangler - go see the doctor about getting a new prescription for my happy pills, finish Second Shot, clean my office in the house, go through my closets and purge purge purge so I can give stuff to Goodwill. I'm sure I'm missing stuff but that was a good chunk of it. Having finished Chapter 46 and sent it to Antya for Beta-ing yesterday - I decided to tackle something else first thing in the morning and resume the writing later on. The license and registration should be easy enough I thought - when Mike renewed the registration on the Subaru it was a snap. That and my hair was at optimal picture taking length. Not too short, not too long, not unruly, it was the right time. Shower, pick out the right shirt, I'm good to go [Okay enough of the 'Big Queen' comments. Yes I know, but I'm going to have this picture for 5 years, I might as well try a little.] I get there at 930 - it opened at 830, shoulda gone at 830 but I had to post chapter 42 after a couple of readers - who shall remain nameless but whom I love dearly - reminded me yesterday that Wednesday follows Tuesday and that new chapters come out Wednesday's and Saturdays. I brewed some coffee while I finished posting the chapter- with baby on the way, I've been 'told' to curb my coffee purchases - then happily set off to strike another item from my list. Like all DMVs, Maryland's has lines, but truly, this was not so bad. It was orderly and but for the cranky bitch snarling at people as they walked in, it was reasonably well run. The snarky bitch was crabby about everything - don't stand here, stay away from the automatic door, its letting cold air in, blah blah blah. But the worst was - and for this she gets the award for bitch of the day - this well dressed, older man, with a cane, took - gasp - two whole steps past the end of the rope and she yelled at him to get back. Mind you there are no signs saying stay behind this point until called, she just liked to yell. But being lucky, I got to use the automatic machines to renew my registration and left her behind. $180 poorer, I had my little gray "13" sticker for my license plate so I went to the other side of the building to do my license. Luck was with me again, just as I walked up, this DMV employee starts walking down the line asking who needs to just renew their license. My hand goes up, he hands me a number and sends me out of line to the seats - Woo Hoo, I am flying through. My number is called and again I'm doing well, the guy is really nice - amazing right? I pass the eye test, he takes my picture, I sign that the information is right, I'm about to pay the $30 and wham - road block.:mace: He tells me my DC license was suspended in 2007. Huh?? I moved out of DC in 2002. He was nice but of no help. He gave me a notice saying why they wouldn't renew my license, the number for DC and told me if I could get it resolved today, I didn't have to wait in line, I could just come back to him. I asked if he was joking, today? Get DC to fix it today in time to come back? Sadly, when he said this, I knew the problem. In 2005 I had to renew my VA license - we went from DC to VA in '02 then when VA passed the anti gay amendment to the state constitution and said two men could NOT adopt together, we moved to MD in '06. BUT in Jan 2005 I was told by VA that DC suspended my DC license - which I didn't have - due to unpaid tickets. When i went to the DMV they told me it was a young black female whose license number was almost identical but the last two digits were backwards, i.e. 27 & 72. Somehow the dyslexic officer who gave her a ticket - well three actually - transposed the digits - now I suspect maybe she changed or had changed the digits on her license to create just this problem but I can't prove that - but 3 times? That's a lot of coincidence. That get's explained below. Back in 2005 the guy fixed everything, and I got my license. 2006 changed it to MD - no problem, 2011, suddenly it's back. Evidently in 2007, despite a note on my account saying no further activity on this account, they suspended me again because during the computer change over, the removal of the suspension got lost. Of course I got no notice. Now, DC's DMV is terrible. First off, they sent me to the hood - and I am not exaggerating. The DMV shares a government building with the Police Homicide Division. It's there because that is where most of the homicides take place. I was - no lie the only white guy in the building for the better part of an hour. When you get there, you wait outside because the line inside is so long. They only let in as many people as will fit inside in the rope line, everyone else waits outside. An hour and ten minutes later, I get inside and get a number. Off I go to find a seat. There are A, B, C, D, I, and K, groups each with numbers. I was K102, they were serving K74. :wacko: Yup long wait. I amused myself playing Angry Birds on my iPhone until a Homicide Detective I know shows up. Big guy, blocks the sun big. He sees me and stops, says hi, badge out, gun in holster, visible to all. Then he says, he saw me come inside and was looking for me. Okay, remember, I am the ONLY white guy in this place and EVERYONE is now watching the Detective say, he came in looking for me. I'm like, wonderful. Of course, it is soon evident this is not me getting arrested, but I somehow work with them, so no one cares and they go back to being grumpy. The Det. leaves after telling me to call when I am done, and I sit some waiting. Finally, an hour and fifteen minutes after I get K102, I am seen. The woman asks for my license, she puts it in, mind you it is a Maryland License and I am in the reinstatement line at the DC DMV. Rather than ask me why am I here, she informs me that when I left DC I had unpaid tickets and why didn't I pay them and I owe $575 now. Refraining from using the Fist of Death on her - this close to the Homicide Branch I knew I'd never get away with it - I explain, 'no I've never had a ticket - these tickets belong to a young black female and in 2005 I had it resolved.' She punches a few keys, prints out a few things, circled a couple places and I figure I am golden - right? Wrong - "Take these papers, go sign the book, you need to talk to a supervisor. They'll call you. It won't be long.' Right - the checks in the mail, I won't cum in your mouth and I'll respect you in the morning. I sign the book and call the Detective. I won't be able to come over, can you come back and can we talk here? Sure, be right there. So by now, most of the crowd that was there when he first came are gone and again, everyone stares. There is another white guy in the place now, but he is staring too. While the Det. and I are speaking the Security Officer - the only person in the place who DIDN'T see the badge and gun - asks if we are waiting to speak to the supervisor. I say, 'yes,' Det, says, no, he's here to see me. NOW she sees the badge and her hand goes to her night stick - no lie. She asks the Det if he needs help. After he tells her I am a prosecutor and he is asking about a case, she relaxes, but by now the whole DMV knows what I do. Great. Finally the supervisor calls my name, this is 3 plus hours after I arrive. Honestly, I felt bad for her. The wonderful world of DC government has created this absolute hell hole of a system then made it so certain things require a supervisor's attention, and she was the only supervisor on duty that day. So not only does she have to help the special cases, - i.e. the REALLY grouchy people -she has to be sure the people are working, the staff is where they are supposed to etc. I was as nice as possible to her, because she, like me, had been furloughed on Monday and she has to deal with all these grumpy ass people who have had to wade through fire and brimstone to reach her and she more times than not couldn't help them. She takes my papers, sees that the citations were issues to a 29 year old black female named Daneeka Tarrance, who lives, surprisingly - not too far from where I stood. She also noted the annotation in 2005. Perplexed she delves deeper. She pulls my driving history since 1997, finds where I gave up my DC license in 2002 - before all the citations were issued. Finds all the tickets were to same woman, and then tells me that somehow, we both have the same driver's license number now. What happened is that when the first officer screwed up the last two digits, the system assigned her name to my account as an alias. The supervisor, deleted the alias, wiped out the suspension, issued a letter of correction saying my license was suspended in error, and then issued me a letter of clearance saying I have no suspension. As predicted, it is too late to drive back to the Maryland DMV so it is a 4 p.m. and I have gotten only 1 think done - registered the Jeep. Still, I thanked her, get her name so I can write her boss. Then she says, hold on with a smirk. Daneeka if you see this, your license is now suspended and you owe D.C. $575. Have a nice day.

Peter may surprise you with his reaction to Chateau Henry. It's what happens the day after Christmas that could be a problem. Or then again, maybe not.

OMG, my family has no money but my lord, ours was a big to do replete with the entire family gathering at grandma's house. Of course my grandparents house was a small little starter home they never moved out of, but it was a palace to us.

Thanks RC. I liked this one and the next two quite a bit. But I had a bit of help with the next two that I will be sure to acknowledge properly. Andy

Jason put the music player on top of the locker. With a nod from Darryl, he hit the play button on his iPod, the song already queued up. Jacking the volume to near maximum, they both stood waiting for the music to begin. Stomping their feet along with the drum, they both shook their head to the beat. "Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well gotta know the enemy, wah hey!" The music nearly drowned out their voices. Other players quickly converged on the row of lockers

LOL wellllll . . . as I said, the trial of Jordan Colmar will be a short story companion to this story that will come out after this concludes. As I see it, Jordan is the only one who is going to take it to trial. So, you know what they say, 'first to talk, first to walk.' Guess well see from there

How did I miss the notification that Frosty sent me a review?? Hey, suits are hot, on some folks. Me, I don't like them much, but I am told I look good in one. But as I said Martin is me, I have on more than a few occasions told witnesses they were better dressed than me, since I NEVER wear a suit coat around the office, EVER! Glad this got the Frosty seal of approval now.

See my reply to Trevor's review. Glad you liked it. Can you reply to this on the forum please - what did you mean the thing about the defense attorney's wouldn't happen in the UK? What aspect? As for us lawyers being people, well that is how I see my co-workers and other lawyers. So far the two people I expected to be the most critical for different reasons have weighed in an said it was passing fair - woo hoo - happy Saturday. Thanks Nephy.

That sound you heard was me breathing a huge sigh of relief. Your review and Nephys were the two I was most eager to read and you are the only two so far to review the story - you because I know what a huge L&O fan you are. Would you be disappointed? Would Trevor like it? Was it too much? Too little? Not believable? Thanks - for this and for reading and being a fan and my biggest promoter ;P

"Hey Pete," Jason called from the living room. "We should get going soon or we're going to be late." Tugging at his shirt collar, Jason already knew he was going to regret wearing a suit and tie. Peter insisted, after he heard it was Royce's opinion, they should dress up. Arguing that the D.A. really wanted to talk to Peter, Jason tried to get out of wearing one. Why did they both need to be uncomfortable? In the end, however, he gave in to Peter's request they both dress up for the meeti

Yes indeed that was a LOONG chapter, but it all fit, so hard to see how you would shorten it too much. Brian's love of Adam is a terrible kept secret I see. Sucks for him. Not sure knowing the bond Adam and Jacob share would change things. Too bad, personally I think Brian is smexy - he would get my vote for hottie of the month, but that might just be my over active imagination 'seeing' him as he is not - not please don't tell me his isn't all that and then some - don't Of course the prophecy could refer to Jacob, since the two are entwined so. Does Jacob know that they are linked in life and in death? Does he know that Ho-o said if one dies so does the other? Then again, the prophecy didn't say he had to give up his life, only that he will give his life, couldn't that mean devote his life to something? Or yet again, didn't Jacob, 'give his live' to Victor to save Adam. I say we vote you as King of Cliffs for 2011, we can end the voting know and hand you the tiara . Glad Monday isn't that far off

Wow, getting awfully pushy about people reviewing aren't we? Just kidding. You write angst so well, its so clear what Blake is thinking, feeling, wanting. IDK, the meds seemed to help - or at least serve their purpose for a time. He is coping a bit better, so maybe now that he has a bit more confidence, he won't need them?? Haze is definitely hard to get a read on, although that just might be because we are trying to see and feel him through the messed up psyche of one Blake the Unnerved. Okay so what's next??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CURTI!!!! Have a great day, make it fun. Enjoy!

Thanks, Frosty, Vic, Bob, Anyta and Cia. In the spirit of Mr. Sap . . . er, no, I won't go there, I gotta pack for our mini trip anyway.

Well the Court Battle i.e. the trial of Jordan Colmar - will not be part of this story. It will be handled as part of a short story to follow the conclusion of this. Figured it would be neater to end this first that way, even if the two don't make it as a couple, I can still handle the trial. Next chapter the boys will meet with the DA and testify before the Grand Jury. Thanks for the read and the comments Tim

Medical Records are covered by HIPPA regulations. The exception is that those records covering injuries sustained in a crime are discoverable, but only with court permission. The court is supposed to afford victims the right to object although the objections are limited to those areas that do not relate to the injuries from the crime. To avoid the issue, we usually get the records, redact out what is not discoverable and that's the end. If the defense requests, the court will look at the redacted information and determine if it should be turned over, but I haven't seen the court turn over stuff that is legitimately redacted. See work actually has some benefits other than a pay check now and then . Thanks for reading and commenting. Benji

Saturday marks sixteen years Mike and I have been together. There have been ups and downs, but as I write this I have a rush of emotions that remind me how lucky I am. I was talking to someone about relationships, someone in their twenties who lamented they hadn't met anyone, had never been in love and how sad that made them. It got me thinking. I've been out for about half my life. I came out when I was twenty three. Had my first 'boyfriend' that year. I don't know how many dates I went on, or how many boyfriends I had, but I can think of three people I was serious about before Mike, two of whom I said I love you to. It has taken me many years to realize, but Mike is the only person I've ever really loved. Sad, sappy, silly, whatever, I can't imagine life without him. And yes, I plan to tell him that again - just as I have many times before [You don't think I am THAT stupid that I am going to let him get away did you?] Okay, enough cheese for a Thursday - I know some are gonna give me grief for this post but before you do, let me preempt you - oh never mind - go right ahead, it won't bother me, not today at least.

Rather than list my 4 favs how about some favorite songs and artists Unforgiven, I & II - Metalica Story of My Life, Ball and Chain, Ring of Fire - Social D [God I was in love with Mike Ness in the early 90's before he became a Heroin addict] Collapse, Savior - Rise Against American Jesus, Anesthesia, Better Off Dead, Twenty First Century Digital Boy - Bad Religion Anna Molly - Incubus Amsterdam, Over My Head, Walking Disaster, Underclass Hero - Sum 41 Holiday, Last of the American Girls, - Greenday By My Side, Life of My Own - 3 Doors Down Swallowed, Chemicals Between us - Bush Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf Private Idaho, Rock Lobster, Love Shack - B-52s I Miss You, All of Enema of the State - Blink 182 That should be enough, but U2, Offspring, REM and Linkin Park should get mentions too. .

Haha, well if you know what's gonna happen, can you write it for me? I'm sorta stumped That would be a cool feature, someone starts a story and the site as a whole can finish it

Tough Christmas?? Really? As for thanksgiving, well just wait.