So much for trying to wait for amnesty: Today, I got this letter from a big fancy law firm in Chicago letting me know that it was sending me a Notice of Registered Judgement about the scads of parking tickets I accrued while working downtown, and that it could garnish my wages or put liens on my assets (yeah, WHAT assests, I'd like to know. If they find some, they can have them, because I'm sure not aware of them) or whatever. I called the attorney who sent the letter and told him that no, I really don't want to welch on my responsibilities but a) I'm a free-lance reporter, and b) I got nothing, what can we do, here? And the guy, who was actually pretty cool, established a payment schedule for me: $300 down by Aug. 1 and $161-ish for the next 36 months. (Um, yeeeeaaaaaaaah, it was a LOT of tickets.) It's a lot of money, but what else can I do, right?
Which brings me to my next point: There IS one I can do, and that's advertising. So as much as I hate marring the look, Chez Broad's going to hopefully get some tasteful advertising soon. Hey, but all the cool kids are doing it, right? Right!?!?
Ok, maybe that DOES make me a sellout. But at least I'm not fucking Mike Ditka. For the love of Christ ... (Oh. wait. He's not running for Senator of Illinois after all. Crap.)
Dika is a joke. Might as well run a monkey. Obama is gonna get it, for good or ill.