Z06Biker wrote:Perhaps DJ to lawyer to P.I.?
It's already part of the job; we do some collections work for local HOAs and domesticate judgments for out of state creditors.
Being a P.I. doesn't pay as well, though.
I once played a desert rave out your way, back in 1998 or so. It was pretty cool to hang out in the middle of nowhere with a giant soundsystem and light setup. We danced all night until it was my turn to drop some wax. After my sunrise set, we headed back into the city.
On the way home, my friend was driving my car back to his place. I was riding shotgun and a buddy was passed out across the back seat. We got into a three-car wreck on the 205 in Rancho Cucamonga. The car in front of us rear-ended the car in front of him and then we couldn't stop in time. Airbags went off. My radiator was punctured.
A short Mexican got out of the car and started screaming at my friend. Then our other friend and I got out of the car. We both dwarfed the Mexican, who turned around only to see a 6'4" behemoth get out of the car at front of the collision. The Mexican got very quiet, very quickly.
The giant was an L.A. firefighter with his wife and 18-month old baby in the car. Rancho's finest knew him. The Mexican was asked for ID. He pulled out an empty wallet. No money, no cards, no nothing. Completely empty. Off to jail.
Insurance took care of towing my car to a shop and getting it fixed so we could drive back to Colorado in time to get to classes the next Monday.
The kicker of the whole thing - I crashed that same friend's car not 6 months earlier when he asked me to drive back from a party and I fell asleep at the wheel doing 80 mph. Talk about [c]arma.
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