Back on the first day the Judge Leesman donned the cloth robe familiar with a judge in his position, he had set off down a long road that became his true calling. Often, the path we choose branches off in a motley of directions. His path, by contrast, was that of the straight and narrow. He lived a quite simple life in observing the higher standards of his profession and the rules of the court. If there were one thing he were guilty of, it was indulging too much in things on his off time.
This, specifically, was what led to his eventual collapse on this very day. One of his vices was food. Leesman saw food not only as a way to satisfy hunger and provide energy, but as a truly sensual experience. On any give evening, he could be found indulging in a variety of carnivorous treats and sugary delicacies. This along was a cause for great confer to his doctor. The fact that all this binge eating was coupled with a tendency to wash it down with his favorite 20 year old scotch put him clear on the highway to obesity. To the benefit of his character, he never appeared in court under the influence.
The paramedic was shining a pen light in the judge’s pupils as he spoke, “He seems okay. I would recommend he go through a stress test with his doctor and a full physical, but I don’t think he is any imminent danger.”
“Very well then,” Leisman croaked, “Then let’s get on with the sentencing.”
To be continued…