OBSESSED

 There are two things that caught our eye this Tuesday morning after the prosecution came to their senses, looked across the courtroom and saw Rumpole filling out his voir dire chart and dismissed the case, saving us a few days of work and them from the inevitable outcome. 

First- there was a train wreck on Twitter with someone named Moriah Mills who launched a vicious attack on NBA star Zion Williamson, culminating in her bizarre threat to the NBA and the New Orleans Pelicans to either trade Zion - her ex squeeze- or she would release sex videos from her "trap phone".  Why she wanted to have the Pelicans trade Zion is beyond us. What does she have against the people of New Orleans? Don't they deserve an NBA        (oft injured) superstar?   And we are not sure exactly what it is, but we probably need a trap phone for something. "Hello Best Buy? Do you have trap phones for sale?" 

Moriah Mills- a woman scorned 

Zion with his new squeeze which caused Mills to lose it on Twitter 

Our interest piqued, had to educate ourselves on the new foreign language of social media. BM= baby momma; SMH=shaking my head; etc.  Next we had to piece together the source of her rage, which was that she was dating Zion but then he announced he was having a baby with another woman who previously worked in an establishment in which women take off their clothes for money while men are served drinks of flavored water for 25 bucks a pop. 

Ms. Mills sells videos on a site called "Only Fans", and previously stared in movies in which the story line is thin, but the (naked) women are- in the vernacular of the day- thick. 

Doesn't anyone meet a bf/gf in a bar anymore like the good old wholesome days of the Taurus in Coconut Grove? 

Unfortunately Twitter and Elon suspended Ms. Mills account before we could luxuriate in the drama over her BFs baby mama. It was fun while it lasted. 

Second, we became obsessed with the unfolding drama two miles beneath the north Atlantic where adventure-tourists who are on a submersible  trying to catch a glimpse of the Titanic may end up staying longer than they anticipated. Like forever.  It's an unfolding Apollo 13/miners trapped in a mine drama, and we are hoping for the best, but it's almost easier to rescue someone from the moon then two miles deep in the Atlantic. 

Oh yeah, and after the nolle prosse we went home and worked on an appellate brief too.  Just a day in the life of Miami's favourite blogger. It's not all glitz and glamour.