Warning you now. VERY rough. Absolutely unedited.
To say goodbye is to die a little.
Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye,
The Dark Tide
It began, as a lot of things do, in bed.
Or, to be precise, on the living room sofa where I was uncomfortably dozing.
Somewhere in the distance of a very weird dream about me and a certain ex-LAPD police lieutenant came a faint but persistent scratching. The scratching worked itself into my dream and I deduced with the vague logic of the unconscious that the ...
Published on November 14, 2009 09:53
Keren