Monday, October 31, 2005
Skelly over at Arbitrary and Capricious just passed on a meme to me and yes...it's contagious!
The rules are as follows:
1.Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.
This is what I found:
I wanted to post the names of a few organizations for investigator's that I've been involved with in the past that provide continuing legal/investigative education. They are CDIA (California Defense Investigators Association), NDIA (National Defender Investigator Association), and CALI (California Association of Licensed Investigators).
Pretty tame I guess....I was hoping it would be something better but I chose to stick with the directions. NOW for the fun part (even though Skelly stole two of my recipients)!
I choose to pass this virus along to Blonde Justice, Woman Of The Law, Gideon’s Guardians, The Wretched Of The Earth, and Indigent Journal. No pressure but if you guys don't pass this along, my dogs tail will fall off in two days.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I can't sleep.
It's 12:30am and I can't close my eyes.
I'm trying, but I just can't seem to get comfortable. It's cold, maybe that's it. I swear we were just having great weather (high 80's) then all of a sudden this morning, it's like a fucking icebox...I think it mighta gotten down to 60-65 degrees...maybe colder.
I'm typing in the dark with just the light from the screen of the laptop illuminating my fingers that are slowly turning into frozen fishsticks. I think I can see my breath...okay, I can't but it must be close because I'm beginning to lose feeling in my nose.
I've gotta get up in 4 hours for my 1 hour commute. Damn it. Just a couple hours of sleep would probably be enough. Usually I can fall asleep like nobodies business...sleep like a log, but lately I've been getting less and less sleep.
I think it's old age. Well I'm not in my early 30's and I'm not in quite yet in my mid-30's. My birthday is around the corner and I don't even want to think about it. Well, actually I do. I'm going to Reno, Nevada for some fun in the sun but the whole birthday aspect of it might bring my excitement down a bit.
Yup. Still can't sleep. Oh well, fuck it.
Before I go and drink a swig of tequila or warm milk (maybe both) to try and jumpstart this sleeping thing, I just want to say that if you haven't been following, Woman Of The Law, now is the time to go check her out. Start with the nearness of you and then miles away from where I'm supposed to be.
Friday, October 21, 2005
A drug case.
What's new right?
Police Facts: Client is high at home (yes, it's meth), client gets naked, client runs out of his house naked, neighbors report naked client to cops, client gets arrested after reaaaaaally long naked chase, cops find drugs in his room.
Anyhoot, I went out this afternoon to work on this case (among others) and just got back into the office. I need to write a report.There are a few search issues I found after interviewing a few witnesses at the clients home, but I'm not going to get into that.
I interviewed our clients roommate (his aunt or Tia in Espanol). She says that she suspected the client was using and tried explaining this to his mother (her sister) and family but nobody ever tried helping him. We talk for about 40 minutes and after I'm done with the interview, our clients mother (Josefina) walks into the house. I introduce myself and she sits down with us at the dinner table. We make a little small talk, then Tia starts talking about Josefina's son, Oscar.
Tia says, "Josefina, you need to talk to Oscar. His brothers say he is using drugs." Josefina is in total denial, puts her hands over her ears (yeah, it's always worked for me!) and says, "No, not my Oscar!" Josefina thought that Oscar had received a speeding ticket and that's what I was doing there.
They go back and forth for a while with mom denying and getting angry at the Tia. Tia finally says to Josefina, "You can't cover the the sun with a finger. The only thing you're protecting is your eyes, the rest of the world knows the sun is still shining." Tia then gets up from the table, thanks me and leaves the house to go to work (she works nights at a local factory).
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
It's AWESOME, isn't it?!?! Can you imagine that somebody was careless enough to just drop it in a gutter? I mean C'MON PEOPLE...it's not like we're talking about a plain jane Shania Twain or David Hasselhof Artist Pass...we're talking about the real king of contemprary, adult pop...MR. MICHAEL FUCKIN BOLTON!
I've been considering posting it on eBay to see what I could get for it but...you know what? I think I will! I know I could probably rake in, oh I don't know 50 or 75...cents?
I think it's worth a shot.
Personally, I'm a big fan even though on the investigation front, some of their causes has made doing work as a Private Investigator or even a Public Defender Investigator a little bit tougher.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Ahhh, it's been very good weekend but I'm so friggin exhausted, I'll tell you all about it later. Need sleepy.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Apparently, a couple of nights ago, Ms. Diane Hernandez (Hot Model and Public Defender Investigator) had her ass booted off America's Next Top Model on UPN.
I know. It hurts doesn't it? It's okay though...we can all make it through this terrible news together. I liked Diane because she wasn't some super skinny model freak (not that there is anything wrong with that). She just seemed like a smart, cool chick that happened to be beautiful.
It's going to take me some time to get over this, no doubt about it. Well, time and maybe a little poem that goes something like this:
I rooted and I hooted but alas,
It was not meant to be cuz
you still got ya ass booted.
-Sancho October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court stenographers who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.
Question: Are you sexually active?
Response: No, I just lie there.
Question: What is your date of birth?
Response: July 15th.
Question: What year?
Response: Every year.
Question: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
Response: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
Question: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
Response: I forget.
Question: You forget? Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten? ______________________________________
Response: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Question: How long has he lived with you?
Response: Forty-five years.
Question: And why did that upset you?
Response: My name is Susan.
Response: We do.
Question: You do?
Response: Yes, voodoo.
Response: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
Response: He's twenty.
Response: Yes. Question: And what were you doing at that time? ______________________________________
Question: How many were boys?
Question: Were there any girls?
Response: By death.
Question: And by whose death was it terminated? ______________________________________
Response: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Question: Was this a male or a female?
Response: No, this is how I dress when I go to work. ______________________________________
Response: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. ______________________________________
Response: The autopsy started around8:30 p.m.
Question: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
Response: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy. ______________________________________
Question: Did you check for blood pressure?
Question: Did you check for breathing?
Response: No. Question: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
Question: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
Response: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Question: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
Response: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
It's so weird to see it on the screen. My life slowing ticking the seconds away to my eventual passing in 2060.
Damn. I was really hoping to stay alive a little longer than that but apparently it's not in the cards.
Barring any freak of nature, vehicle accident, accidental shooting, murder attempt, I'm going to die in September 2060. I could also die sooner if I take up smoking in the next few years (which I've been considering in order to bum smokes off the hot court clerk downstairs).
Will we have flying cars by then? Will I be married? Will I have kids? Will I outlive anyone else in my family? Will I have the same friends?
Hmmm....Now that I have a date, I guess I can start planning for my eventual demise. I think I want to be cremated. Cheaper for everyone and I can't think of a better way of going than being tossed over a seaside cliff out of an old coffee can (ala one of my favorite movies).
Oscar Ray Bolin was convicted of 2nd degree murder in the death of 25 year-old Natalie "Blanche" Holley. Bolin is looking at 22 years in prison for the 1986 Florida crime. Tampa Bay Online reports that, “Since Holley's death, however, Bolin has been convicted of six other felonies: another murder, kidnapping, rape, aggravated battery on a law enforcement officer, escape and conspiracy to kidnap…Regardless of Bolin's sentence for Holley's death, he has a death sentence for the murder of Teri Lynn Matthews and is serving a 75-year prison sentence on the kidnapping and rape charges.”
Sounds like Bolin is a good, law abiding, and available bachelor right? Of course he’s not! That is where our trusty Public Defender Investigator comes in!
"Holley (Referring to the victims mother) also focused her wrath on Rosalie Bolin, a former investigator for the public defender's office. Rosalie Bolin was working on Bolin's case when she left her husband and four daughters to marry Bolin in prison. Rosalie Bolin, Holley said, wears sparkling designer dresses to court and dresses her husband in Armani suits while the family and friends of his victims watch."
People can find love in anywhere of that, I am convinced, but with a convicted murderer? In Prison? On death row? C’mon people this is completely insane!
In the penalty phase of capital case investigations, we (investigators) are put in a position where we have to know our clients inside and out, documenting every turn in their life, both good and bad. We must then be able to convey this information to an attorney in as straightforward, and comprehensible manner as possible. The attorney will in turn demonstrate to the court and a jury, why our clients are the people they are and why they deserve to live. It's a very basic explanation but it's the essence of penalty phase work.
I can tell you that working on a Capital Case can be a very emotional experience, dealing with a client facing death, the grief of a victim's family, and also with a client's family, facing the loss of a loved one. I have just never imagined falling in love with a client. It’s something I just can’t comprehend I guess.
I’m not saying that Mrs. Bolin is a bad person or that she was wrong to leave her husband and four daughters or some dude in prison. I do however question her ethical, and professional judgment.
Mrs. Bolin (now ex-public defender investigator) has several stories documenting her relationship involving Oscar Bolin, you can read just a few of them here and here.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Are you curious to know how much Public Defender Investigators make Alameda County? If you were too lazy to click on the link yourself...I'll just show you:
Job Title: INVESTIGATOR, PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE
Salary: $2,947.20 - $3,540.00 biweekly or $6,385.60 - $7,670.00 monthly
For the math impaired that means a measly $76,627.20 to start with the possibility of topping out at $92,040.00 a year...
OH MY SWEET GEEZUS! THAT IS A SHITLOAD OF CASH!
I would say I was interested in working in Alameda County but I like where I'm at...that and Alameda county is too far away. Hopefully they are able to get some qualified applicants that will be able to earn their keep!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I'm not as dark in real-life but it's pretty close...Lego Brown is as good as it gets. I also don't normally wear a cape, but I thought it looked pretty good on me. The helmet I wear on special occassions.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Good morning! First off, I just want to say that working with you these past few months has been a joy and I think you are a fantastic investigator with a great future ahead of you. That being said...well, I'll just get to the point...
I know you know, that I know that Tales Of A Public Defender Investigator is my blog. There. I said it.
I know, you've hinted at it the last few weeks to see if I bite on anything, and I haven't. This was a secret I would have been happy to take to my grave but last night you decided to drop the bomb on me in my office, intimating that you knew my little secret about a certain blog. I blew it off, pretending not to know about it and you didn't say anything else.
I thought about this all last night and although I wasn't going to say anything, I changed my mind this morning.
I know that blogging can be looked down upon by employers, especially in a defense work where confidentiality and professionalism is expected from all employees. If I've blogged during the day, I've done it while on break or during lunch. Most of the time I do it late at night or early in the morning but I've never let it interfere with work.
I've also never talked about co-workers by name and I've always blogged with the intention of informing the outside world of the work we do with the intention of never jeopardizing a client's case or constitutional rights. I've done my best to remain anonymous and truthfully it's very difficult to do without becoming utterly boring.
The point of all this is to ask a few things of you, and I realize I may be completely off base but I need to ask anyway:
1. I would like it if you never mentioned this blog to me again.
2. I have never blogged about you or private conversations we've had in the past and I have NO plans to. I also cannot continue this blog if you are going to tell co-workers that I'm the person responsible for this blog.
You were right yesterday when you said we all have secrets. I have done a fantastic job of not telling anyone we work with, of your job interviews (past and future), and I've given glowing recommendations (to your benefit) to the people you are interviewing with (my friends). I given them in part, because, you are a great investigator and I think you are a person that values confidentiality and professionalism as much as I do.
I really hope you don't take any of this the wrong way and maybe I've crossed the line by asking you not to say anything but this blog has been a good outlet for me. One that I think I've needed for a long time and I just don't want to give it up without at least trying to keep it, can you understand that?
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
It was a crazy week last week with a not very relaxing weekend and now this week is not starting off any better. Truth is, I just wasn't up for blogging much...TILL NOW!
Did I sound excited enough? Good.
I was just moody this weekend...or something. I didn't even feel like getting out of the house. I did eat at a new restaurant over the weekend where I even got to meet the owner...He regaled my dinner party with stories of the past and I later found out he has ties to the mob. Sweeet! What kinda of life would that be? Forget Public Defender Investigators doing blogs....we need a Mob Blog. I love that stuff!
I was walking out of the courthouse to my car this morning and a lady who was walking behind me said, "You have an ear on your shoe!" I stopped, looked down and saw that I was dragging this disgusting thing:
I may have let out a scream...or maybe I didn't. After knocking the hair extensions off with several kicks of my foot...I began to wonder, Did I hear correctly? Did that woman tell me I had an ear on my foot? She meant hair...I think. How long has this thing been on my foot? Hmm...was the cute clerk that works in the Jury lounge checking me out this morning because I had a strands of someones hair stuck to my foot?
Why do these little stupid things always happen to me?
More later...I swear!