Judge Maliszewski Short Story

Levy was a Constitutional lawyer, who despite not being interested in guns was greatly concerned over what he viewed as D.C. intrusion on gun rights (Liptak 2). The six plaintiffs were greatly diverse in age, race, income, and occupations (Liptak 1). In 2003, the plaintiffs filed an injunction in the District Court of the District of Columbia to remove the provisions under the Firearms Control Regulations act. Judge Ricardo M. Urbina dismissed the case (Duignan, 1). The dismissal deter the Levy or the plaintiffs the groups filed an appeal in the U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit. The appeal process was successful but declared that only one plaintiff, Dick Heller had the right to sue as he was the only plaintiff who legal standing to challenge the law (Barnes, 2). Heller, a security guard lived in D.C. prior to the Firearms Control Regulations Act and lived in the Kentucky Courts area of D.C. Heller stated about his home after the ban “I saw Kentucky Courts transformed from a child-friendly welfare complex to a drug haven.” (Jaffe, 8) Heller had been personally harmed when his request for a handgun permit was denied by D.C. (Barnes, 2). Little did Heller know this denial would set off a firestorm in the battle over gun

Once Phillip trusted Jaycee to keep quiet, she was allowed to go in public for the first time in over ten years. She begged with her eyes for someone to ask her if she was the girl that had been missing for so long, but no one did. That was, until a female cop’s motherly instincts told her something was up with Jaycee and her daughter’s behavior around the Garridos. Although she couldn’t legally arrest him, she called his parole officer after doing a background check and digging up his offense as a pedophile. He was then arrested at his home and Jaycee and her

Two young children sat quietly staring out the oval shape window as the plane ascended slowly. There eyes filled with curiosity as the clouds floated by. Their forty-seven hour journey to the United States had just began.

There was nothing to do. I saw her and that was that. I met her and then she was gone. She walked out of my life like a gust of wind that passes by, unnoticed. I loved her, at least I thought I loved her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her curly dark hair, the way she talked, and the way she moved when she walked swinging her arms so freely. Who will tell her how my heart feels? She told me things that I didn’t want to hear. She said that she didn’t belong to no one. A drug dealer had been her boyfriend since she was eighteen. He had given her everything, everything I couldn’t give her. “Then, he was shot, murdered, dead. The cons had taken over the plaza where he distributed drugs.” she said. “The remains of his body were found inside a black construction plastic-bag. When powerful drug cartels take over, everyone else dies. Not just a normal death, a cruel death. They make sure no one else dares to mess with their territory. That’s how it is. That’s fricking Mexico.” She blew a cloud of smoke and looked at me with those black-miserable eyes.

Today is the day that Mr. Cass will let the cat out the bag, or in simpler words reveal his secret. He is not sure how his wife, Nancy, will take the news. He thinks it would be best to take her out to eat before he says anything. He believes that Nancy’s love of food will make the news easier

This winter I'm also doing an internship with PwC, which is supposed to end on March 28th. I'm very concerned that due to work load during the busy season I might not be able to make it to class on time. Is there any way for me attend your 8 pm class instead?

‘My mate Jody said I should see you. She said go down to legal aid and see the f...big sheila …sorry it’s what she said …she said yous a good lawyer. She said, she’ll make the fucker…sorry, it’s what she said, said you would make him pay, make him wish he wasn’t born.’ She had several teeth missing, and bruises on both her arms.

Lucy counted the chimes from at St. Andrew’s, which reverberated through their home and served as a backdrop to life in Bartlett’s Court. Eleven of the clock. Her son-in-law should be walking in through the door any moment.

When Rosa got to jail, she had asked the police for a drink of water.one policeman said yes, but right after that the second police man yelled no. she finally got to her cell, but she quickly got moved to another cell with two other women in it. She got permission to call her husband and she quickly reached for the phone. Her mother answered the phone sounding worried. After rosa told Raymond what happened, Rosa’s older friend and Raymond came to get her out. Rosa’s friend bailed her out, but it cost a lot of money.

Harvey Lembeck was tired of being intimidated and humiliated by Mr. Martin, his boss, so one Friday Harvey shot him.

It was hard growing up in Krutyn Poland. Especially for young Wioleta. She lived with her single Mother and elder sister. Her father had left a few years earlier, planning to move them to America. He had gone in advance in order to establish a good home for them. However not much has been heard from him since then, and as years pass the less likely that plan seems like it will work out.

Mya decided to go on a short countryside trip to clear her mind. She pulled up to an Ace Liquor to find the missing Chet Baker yet again, perhaps he really was killed. A man came up and began to vandalize the store front, Mya noticed it was Don. He was approached by police and Mya stuck around to witness the event, though it was a good distraction for the money she was trying to find inside the ace liquors. Mya stood in front of the counter and an officer, came in behind her to ask her what she was up to, because the duffle bag she was wearing seemed suspicious. Mya simply claimed she was shopping, and it was no different than carrying a regular backpack. With nothing more to say the officer walked back toward the scene outside. Due to a little more digging Mya finally found another case hidden away with 5 grand in it. She didn't know if Chef was really still around or not, but she was receiving her payment back in pieces and that was good enough for her. Mya left out of the store and drove further into the country side.

With wealth that predated the renown robbery, Pierce gathered a compelling team for his dirty work. He only accepted the elite criminals, as he commanded,“Tell him the next topping and he’s over the side, or he’s not Clean Willy” (Crichton 38). Pierce broke a man out of prison to fulfill his impeccable team along with his goals of endless satisfaction. As the mind behind the crime, Pierce gave duties to his ‘dream team’ allowing him to watch his plan fall into position. Agar, whom Pierce was most dependent upon, was directed strict orders. There was a moment when Agar asked a question about the timing of an arrangement, and Pierce replied, “When I inform you,” (24). Since Pierce conceived the devious plot, he commanded everyone orders as if he was

When she was just six years old, Pearson was hit by a moving vechicle and hospitalized for several days. After the accident, she never went back to her normal self and struggled with anger management problems. Before convicted, she also had engaged in some physical altercations and simple misdemeanor theft. The night she committed these crimes she and her boyfriend armed themselves with BB guns, which looked like handguns and proceeded to rob the first house. Both her and her boyfriend got into an altercation at the first house, which led to a 911 cal. They fled the scene by the time police arrived and made their way to the next house. Once there they pointed their guns at the owner of the house, Zachary Moore, and proceeded to rob him. The pair took his laptop, television, iPod, handheld videogame system, a GPS, and cash. After convicted the University of Iowa hospitals diagnose Pearson with mild to moderate child-onset conduct disorder, alcohol abuse, cannabis abuse, mathematic disorder, and reading

However, Arlene began to share some of the things she never told her dad after she landed squarely on her feet eight months later. What he did know is that she scored a job in a small upscale hole in the wall called ‘The Bistro’ at the time. What he didn’t know is that the owner was making strides in an unlikely market, fast becoming a rising star as an up-and-coming chef of importance. He saw potential in Arlene and offered to tutor her personally the demanding ins and outs of restaurant hustle, even teaching her as she helped him to cook on the line. It was information he didn’t show anyone else. They worked together for two years, becoming a dynamic duo of sorts. Renée's restaurant did not go unnoticed. He was invited, and accepted to