Back in high school, I told my closest friends that “when I have a law firm, 2pac will be playing in the office.” I really didn’t plan to have my own law practice in high school, I was just letting my friends know that I wouldn’t change.
Of course, I’m writing this from the Southlake Town Square Starbucks, the un-official yuppie suburb headquarters of north Texas. And yes, I’m wearing the official yuppie job uniform: grey slacks and a blue dress shirt.
But what better day than today, 2pac’s birthday, to keep my word to those closest friends of mine. I’ll just keep the music down so as not to freak out the other tenants on my floor.