Movin’ Meat: I was due

Movin’ Meat: I was due

Nothing good ever comes via certified mail, and it was with a sense of dread that I took the envelope, noting the return address from a law firm. I opened it and was hit in the gut by the block type at the top reading “NOTICE OF INTENT TO SUE,” with my name underneath.

Bummer. You’ll live through it, but it still stinks.