"April is the cruellest month..."

....unless you're living at the Hilltop! Great bar. Dive bar. Great dive bar. I'm on a first-name basis with the regulars: Elliot, Bob, Lonny, Rodger, and who can forget the world's best bartender, Big Al? It's the new hot-spot for post-defense schnockery. And it's burning a hole through my wallet. Oh well; I'm getting back $1253 from Unkie Sam so I'm not too worried.
"Daddy" Josh Clark's defense was yesterday. McArthur kept trying to trip him up about reconciling Socrates' and Stotle's views of incontinence, you know, pretending he didn't know what Josh was saying and then very obviously trying to set traps. There was a fair amount of tittering, what with all the old men talking about being incontinent, but I think we behaved ourselves pretty well. As we were walking up to the commons to prepare our stomachs for the Hilltop (formerly known as "eating dinner") I told Daddy that out of all the defenses thus far, his was one of the most, what's the word?, I asked. Stimulating? suggested John Almeida. Yes stimulating, I said. It stimulated me to the point of incontinence.