she breasted boobily into my office, all legs and no feet, arm,s like snakes - hissing and green - and hair like a tornado of cats. she draped herself over the coatrack and reached for a cigarette, tossing it daintily into her mouth and chewing it. Whats The Matter Dame i said, hazily, through a cloud of wood alcohol
i slipped through the back door and sat down at the bar, sliding into my stool “ The Usual…” i murmured, slipping a quarter into the automat and pulling out a plate of cigarettes and an ersatz-coffee. i took a sippy of my noir coffee, burning my tongue, and chewed at the plate… no leads on The Case. FUcking Murders!!! i thought Aaargh!!! This Suck!!!!! but i only let out a low growl and tipped the automat the same quarter again (it was on a string the first time)
the case to end all case
sure was seemin'g like it
















