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- From: pfinerty@nyx.cs.du.edu (fun fun fun boy)
- Subject: Re: Rictus Hep, P.I. (Continue Or Die)
- Message-ID: <1993Jan5.072516.3139@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
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- Date: Tue, 5 Jan 93 07:25:16 GMT
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- In article <C0D9rA.L8v@rice.edu> caz@owlnet.rice.edu (HWRNMNBSOL) writes:
- >It was one of those nights. Or days. Nights or days, who cares, I didn't.
- >We'll say it was at some point in a standard diurnal cycle, and leave it
- >there to rot with the apples in the fallow orchards.
- >
- >The light seeped through my blinds like semen through a faulty IUD. I had
- >a buzz on my head like the first day of boot camp, and even a slug of Scope
- >couldn't chase the little green men away. I kicked my Vans up on the
- >chiffarobe and whistled softly through my buttocks. What a day. Or night.
- >Whatever.
- >
- >My name's Rictus Hep; I'm a Private Dick. I'm also a detective, and I
- >resent the implication. My office fronts on 64th, backs onto 16th, and
- >kind of sidles past the Battery. I smoke, wear a trenchcoat, and whack
- >off to Body Electric. I carry a gun, but it doesn't work. That's OK,
- >'cause neither do I: I'm a Private Detective.
- >
- >I was just settling down for a little nap, having burrowed deep into the
- >cool mud at the banks of Lake Victoria, when SHE walked in.......
- tall and dark, or was that just the light? hell, she had on heels so high
- i practically blew right there. "hey," she said, a cigarette hanging from
- her lip. i stood up slowly. "exactly what is it i can do you for miss?" i
- said looking her up and down a couple of times. "well, for starters you
- can light this damned cigarette that's been hanging from my lip while you
- drool like a puppy." "ouch, baby you slay me." i say as i light the
- cigarette. "let's get down to business" i say while gesturing to the chair
- in front of my desk. she sits. jeezus, hell, she's got legs that go waaayy
- up. i mean UP. i get control and sit down. "you see," she says, "i've got
- a small problem with my ex-husband. it seems he's been scratching my name
- into bullets." "do you mean this in a figurative sense or in reality?" i
- ask her. "you stupid fuck! of course i mean it in a figurative sense. like
- the shit has time to scratch my name into bullets while running the
- biggest frog licking scam in the country." "do you mean to tell me your ex
- is louie, louie the licker?" "yes." she replies. "well, you've got to be
- out of your damned mind to think i'm going anywhere near him or his boys.
- thanks for stoppin' by, have a swell life." she stands up but her skirt
- doesn't fall as fast. torture, plain and simple, that's all it was. "Mr.
- Hep, i'm prepared to offer you...
-
-
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