What Would Jesus Brew?

Raging recollections of a coffee-swilling, law-spewing, male pattern-balding, guitar torturing, power-tooling, recovering Baptist with a bad habit of enrolling in professional graduate degree programs and moving randomly about the Northwestern Hemisphere...

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Jesus, Bob, and the Bar

Well, it’s the last few hours before bar results are posted. And given how negligent I am in blogging, I will probably know my scores before you read this. And it’s not that I’m not anxious to know my scores. I am. And it’s not that court clerks don’t find out their scores a few hours early. They do. But you know, in the grand scheme of things, Jesus and Bob Marley are still right. Man can’t add so much as an hour to his life by worrying. So, don’t worry about a thing, ‘cause every little thing is gonna be alright. Then again, both Jesus and Bob Marley died young. And neither took the Alabama Bar Exam!