I’m not supposed to come any closer than fifty feet to my lovely wife, Johanna. It’s an emergency T.R.O. , issued at night, with a judge presiding. My lawyer, Mike Peekskill, is in the process of having it revoked. Right now, I reckon I’m about sixty or sixty-one feet away from the house, here in the vegetation. And, anyway, nobody can see me, because it’s February and already dark in these parts.
I’m not supposed to come any closer than fifty feet to my lovely wife, Johanna. It’s an emergency T.R.O. , issued at night, with a judge presiding. My lawyer, Mike Peekskill, is in the process of having it revoked. Right now, I reckon I’m about sixty or sixty-one feet away from the house, here in the vegetation. And, anyway, nobody can see me, because it’s February and already dark in these parts.