

Chapter One: Evening Shakedown Unearthing the body with that roughly hewn shovel was a dirty sort of business,Chapter One: Evening Shakedown
but worse had been done in the name of journalism. I set my lantern down amidst the pile of dirt, debris, and broken bones. The creek of my knees was barely audible in the hush of the night. Through the wavering gold light, I could see the corpse's face. It was, in fact, the ringleader Jack.
"That's not who we buried," the constable gave a nervous turn of the head,
"That's not him."
"No," I admitted,


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I hold the Polaroid picture in my hand for the last time, running my thumb along its glossy surface. What a weird night that was. It was a picture of me.
Next to me, grinning like a demon on doomsday, is Corey. He lights his cigar with a gleeful expression, five burning matches clutched in his child-like hands. Even though it is night, the flash manages to bounce roughly off the water in the background, laughing upon its muddied surface. Embarrassingly, Im wearing a pair of aviators similarly reflecting the harsh white. BOOM goes the dynamite! he yells as the tip of the cigar fires up


On 007 One could imagine the man himself sitting at a table in a rough looking bar. His tuxedo jacket had been lost during the car chase and unfortunately his bowtie had come undone. This particularly frustrated him because, unbeknownst to most, he couldnt tie a bowtiethats what his secretary was paid to do. On top of his ruffled appearance, Bond had lost his lead and once you have lost a six-foot-five man with metal teeth, it was hard to find him again. When he had wandered into Joes Bar and Grill, it had been closing up. However the bartender had recognized the well-publicizedOn 007


On Head Rushes There comes a time in every mans life when he must hang upside down in a green fog and feel his face go numb. These are what we call head rushes. Caused by a sudden influx of blood to the brain and the optic nerves, it produces a feeling of suspension and hallucinations of color. Sounds pretty scientific but assuming I made it up, which I did, it doesnt change the fact that one is still awkwardly shrouded in multicolored mist. One usually finds this sudden scenario thrust upon ones self when stretching, standing to quickly, and receiving considerable blows to the head. Its purpOn Head Rushes
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....ve birden, bir kez daha, hayatlarımızın geri zakalıların elinde olduğunu görüyoruz. Bombalar patlayabilir, bombalar hiç patlamayabilir...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
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If you understand, things are just as they are; if you do not understand, things are just as they are.
-- Zen Proverb
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PUMPKIN
Everybody be cool this is a
robbery!
HONEY BUNNY
Any of you fuckin' pricks move and
I'll execute every one of you
motherfuckers! Got that?
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PUMPKIN
Everybody be cool this is a
robbery!
HONEY BUNNY
Any of you fuckin' pricks move and
I'll execute every one of you
motherfuckers! Got that?
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"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses" -Dorothy Parker
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