I saw my old friend Moses in People magazine yesterday. He's leading Quincy Parker through a mob of reporters. Parker is wearing jail clothes and handcuffs, but he looks like a Chivas Regal ad. If anyone looks like the criminal, it's Moses, his disheveled attorney. Poor Moses. Almost sixteen years since I've seen him and he continues to resemble a disreputable stork, the way his skinny neck sticks out from his collar.

Moses defends the notorious and the reprehensible. Child pornographers, mass murderers, dope-selling politician's sons. Quincy Parker is the worst yet. Most people think Moses is in it for the publicity. Or the money. He's not. He's defending what he hates. It seems like some people need to encounter what they hate everyday of their lives.