Sex & Shenanigans

Wednesday 14:08
Not a hunch. A fact. Some small, trivial fact. What was it? Could it be the answer? Something was bothering me terrifically. I tried some more beer. No. No. No ... no ... no ... no ... no. The answer wouldn’t come. How must our minds be made? So complicated that a detail gets lost in the maze of knowledge. Why? That damn ever-present WHY. There’s a why to everything. It was there, but how to bring it out? I tried thinking around the issue, I tried to think through it. I even tried to forget it, but the greater the effort, the more intense the failure.
 
I was a licensed investigator who knocked off somebody who needed knocking off bad and he couldn't get to me. So I was a murderer by definition and all the law could do was shake its finger.
 
Last night was birthday dinner and I ordered mozzarella sticks they asked if I wanted marinara or ranch. I almost laughed. I've been ruined, guys. Or made better. Let's go with the later. :p
And your choice was???
 
Went to the doctor, reading pulp fiction. Mike Hammer beside me.

She had the look, the look of a dame pushed past her limits, through the smokey room her eyes caught me, sorry she said, burnt the toast earlier. I didn't believe, couldn't accept that as an answer, she was lying, but why? Why? That was the question and by god I wanted an answer..
 
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