Gray Day

Morning comes soon and finds another cloudy day.I’ll spend it inside with my client. The safe house is well fortified. I wish I could sleep.

 

When night comes again I’ll go out. And all this will be over for,the girl that sits before me,shaking and crying. Her boyfriend threatened to kill her.  I’ll have someone else guard her tonight. And then I’ll pay a little visit to her boyfriend. And maybe he will be shaking and crying.

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Summer Blues

Life knocks you around. Why? Who,knows? Its hot and it’s hard getting through the day. Another sad case I work to have something to do. The pain comes and goes.

 

She left me a few days ago. I try to stay busy. My life will get better, I say. People, laugh. Moods come and go. My life remains the same.

A Meaningful Life…

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What is a meaningful life? To me it has absolutely nothing to do with having monetary things or being wealthy, not that I would know anything about that, LOL! I honestly don’t think that money will make anyone truly and completely happy. After all, I’ve seen it with my own two eyes and many, many times over. In fact, people with money are actually the most miserable fucking people on the face of the planet. Pay attention and look all around you. I mean they might be happy for a period of time while in the middle of making that dreamy purchase but even that will only last for so damn long. Money doesn’t buy you real love, it won’t buy you the best of friends and it sure as hell can’t fulfill your soul with real and true happiness. However, it can fill several voids of what you’ve…

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Dark Street Blues

He wished he hadn’t come this way. The street was very dark. Dogs barked wildly. Other menacing sounds could be heard. He walked as quickly as he dared. Tripping and falling wouldn’t be good.

The end of the street was now near. As he turned the corner his spirit soared. He had made it through once again. Their corrupt forces hadn’t stopped him.

The Night Moves Fast

Where did it go? When you’re with someone special the time can fly. Talking and laughing and soon it’s over. She was pretty and smart and worth more than gold.

 

Gunshots were heard. I lost her in the crowd on the street. I looked for almost an hour. Couldn’t find her. At the end of a dark alley I found her purse. I will search every inch of this crooked city.

Enter The Dick

There’s a mean wind blowing. The pothole-filled streets and cracked sidewalks are full of dirty punks. But don’t fear. I’m here.

 

 

There’s a new detective in town. And at least some crooks will be swept away. So call me. Come by my office. And I’ll solve your problem. Or die trying.