Why do you want to be a litigator?” I checked on the bartender, hoping she was almost finished with our drinks. She wasn’t. “I—” “Because no reasonable, calm, collected person wants to fight for a living,” he said, interrupting me. “There are many other types of law that don’t require you to be so argumentative, but to be a litigator”—he exhaled, a rush of excitement filling his eyes—“now, that takes a set of balls. I want to know where your balls came from.”
