As an artist, I am often questioned about

As an artist, I am often questioned about the thought process that I enabled me to come up with my unique structures. My most recent work is being unveiled in the square of the

pocket of a Van Heusen suit. "How did "Square of the Pocket, Fold of the Docket" come to be?" asked a writer for Legal Fashion Weekly. I mused, "Dockets as an accessory struck me

as imbecile-laden and turdish." The writer of Legal Fashion Weekly, smiled falsely, probably so I would leave the room. But I bit into the Chimichanga and said, "I'm Justice Robert

Dread, aka Judge Dread." My dreadlocks were getting so long I tied them back at work. It was my style! My head was throbbing and I needed something to eat. This did the job.

I chewed at my dreadlocks between cases. The fermenting mass of detritus gave me sustenance and blackened my teeth. My wicked smile prevented dissent in my courtroom.

Today's docket included the opening arguments in the Tina Laguna case. I chewed on a dreadlock as I considered recusing myself. If I did, I would have to reveal that I was her fath

father, but that didn't really matter. It would be a scratch on my clean record, but I was already going to court. What's another dent in the grand scheme of things?

"I'f I'm going down for this, I might as well go out with a bang," I reasoned. I opened the safe in my basement and took out my stash of weaponry. I hailed a taxi and directed him

"Not again!" I groaned. "I've got things to do, places to be!" The armed man didn't care. He promptly kidnapped and ransomed me. It wasn't very fun, but I survived, so-eh. You know