Sentence from my to-be-turned-in-tomorrow Memorandum:
The Garrett court held that those activities were not typically done in the home, and thus the parking garage did not function as a room in the home; the basement is clearly used for activities typically done in a home, and thus functions as a room in the home, and a court would likely conclude that the facts in this case meet the requirement for this element of establishing a dwelling house.
Excuse me while I take my writing style out back and shoot it. And eat some peanut butter from a jar while I weep over the loss of FLAVA* in my life.
FLAVA: writing that catches your imagination. Example: from my poem, Fried, about the ambience in Mac's cafeteria: "Taste the easy, breezy, fried up air"
That's right. A poet AND a law student.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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