[QUOTE=Flipshod]
If it’s DAY FREAKIN’ THREE, the lawyer’s trying to wear you down from pure fatigue to get you to slip up. Make sure you get some good sleep and drink your coffee.
I’ve seen excellent witnesses get worn down and slip up–usually right about the end of day freakin’ three.
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Well, the days have been weeks apart. And there’s really no slipping up, because I am telling the glorious, provable, unvarnished truth, and he’s trying to get me to agree to things which are not true.
I’m the defendant in this lovely adventure, too. (Lawsuit, not criminal) And fortunately, every conceivable aspect of this thing is squarely on my side. Also fortunately, the plaintiff lied in his pleadings, because the lawyer did that, but the plaintiff can only tell lies he believes himself, and there’s a limit to how much crap he’ll swallow from himself, so he pretty much screwed his own case in HIS deposition. He ended up revealing, unwittingly, amazingly, how completely clueless he is, how his story is a big fat made up mess, and thereby screwed his credibility completely. Add that to the fact that every single shred of documentary evidence which exists refutes him and supports me, and I cannot believe we’re still doing this, frankly, except that his lawyer is a skank of the highest order and he’s enjoying the billing.
It’s heartbreaking, really.
It’s been an interesting process, though. My lawyer is aces, an old friend and incredibly talented, but he knows I can’t afford any of this. So I’ve been writing my own pleadings and gathering my own evidence and so forth, he and his paralegal just lawyer it up before it gets submitted. I’m proud to say that they haven’t had to do much.