Dactylkiss

(Beso del dedo) Sundays I was in prison, planning with clients for hearings that week. One day I realized that I was spending more time in prison than many of them. My friends went out together, visited family: I went to jail. Relaxation was always hard to schedule, it is difficult to tell the mind to relax when the court hearing is tomorrow and what if the prosecution says this, how will I respond? It is playing and replaying past trials in your head, remembering your mistakes in order to avoid repeating them, but each mistake stands as a witness against you, testifies about the error in a loud voice reminding you of that moment when you thought “shit” whether you said it or not. Afterwards you felt bad. Feeling bad leads to depression. Relaxation and depression are poor companions. A good while ago, I found myself sitting at Van Dyke’s on Lincoln Road, an open air café; it was about seven pm or so, the sun was setting, rain came and went sporadically. I was sitting at the bar having…