Hard Rain Falling (New York Review Books Classics)

by Don Carpenter

He knew what he wanted. He wanted some money. He wanted a piece of ass. He wanted a big dinner, with all the trimmings. He wanted a bottle of whiskey.

It rained a lot in Seattle, winter and summer. It was one of the things people in Seattle talked about. That and Boeing. And how green everything was.

When you lose you lose forever, an when you win it only lasts a second or two. That’s life.