By now, I feel like I’ve gone through law school second-hand, having spent countless hours and dollars collaborating with pricey lawyers on tech and film contracts.

Even after returning, fairly sloshed, from a party on the roof of exceedingly attractive friend-of-a-fried Lexa, as my brother and I catch the middle of the Yankee’s game in my living room, betting the over/under on pitching speed, I can still churn out emailed phrases like “it will be our position that, due to prior agreement, such clauses related to rights of distribution approval are wholly invalid or unenforceable.”

Nothing left but to sit back and wait for my Supreme Court appointment.