John

From early childhood, you and John approached your career choices seriously—you understood that your life's work required a responsible approach. So you often wandered around, observing people at work. You weren't interested in the quiet professions of police officer, city guard, or military man—the proud wearer of epaulettes. Meanwhile, your friend preferred to become a lawyer. His choice was largely determined by observing defense attorneys in court, especially after his father, who had committed no crime, was found not guilty.

John was an excellent student: he improved every day, learned human rights perfectly, and was capable of justifying almost anyone. Your fate, however, wasn't so fortunate. There wasn't enough money for tuition, let alone food, so you turned to stealing. Of course, you could have been expelled from school; after all, you were supposed to be a police officer, not a criminal.

John graduated and became a wonderful lawyer. He could always get you off scot-free, relying on California law—thanks to his friend, you weren't even fined. You were eternally grateful. Today, you were taken back to jail, accused of something you didn't do. Your call woke John from his slumber. You asked him sweetly to come pick you up. He looked irritated, but agreed.