On August 29, after two COVID tests, four hours of driving, three hours of my boyfriend telling me to drive better, and two hours of me telling my boyfriend to can you please stop the hell telling me to drive better (even though he was right, like always, because that’s what love is), I arrived at Hard Way Farm in Mendocino, California. Classic metal paddock gate swinging open to a barking Great Pyrenees dog; a parked school bus, several wrecked and rotting buildings, a “new” house, and a guy with curly hair and a big smile; a blond woman in a plaid shirt and baseball cap, waving. Continue reading Interview #1: For the Love of Criminal Defense