Here’s a fun fact about being a self-employed whatever the hell I am. To get business, you have to publish your contact info. You publish your contact info and people call you. Some of the people that are inclined to call you are batshit crazy.
It’s not always obvious.
Karma: Sometimes, it is.
Like when some guy starts talking like he knows you. And spends an hour on the phone. And tells you about Uncle Ronnie’s house near San Diego. And about the per acre cost of a subdivided lot. And international conspiracies involving the noted gangster he wants you to sue…
And, by the way, he does not have a job, or other income. He’s going on Medicaid. But (I swear, man!)he’s got legal funding companies lined up to pay whatever it costs.
FWIW, in a related matter, he’s been determined to be incompetent to stand trial.
