Archive For December 2, 2017
The old man was wondering about his epitaph. Guessing maybe all the best ones already taken. Like I Told You I Was Sick. Of course, Mel Blanc got That’s All, Folks!! His favorite was probably on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s tomb: Steel True, Blade Straight. Steel true, blade straight. Damn, that’s sexy. The old man had a pretty…
by Dashiell Hammett Conscience prompts hallucination and weird phantoms make an end Moonlight, slanting through the window, became a white pattern on the floor of the room in which Norman Bacher awakened. The carafe on his bedside table was empty; he had drunk often that restless night. Fumbling for his slippers, he got out of bed….