The following was in my draft blog files. I have no idea what it is or where it was going.
Insomnia
It happened at the AUdobon birdwatching society. We go every Satruday. Misha and I had for some kind of some kind of bird meeting. I - I don't know what happened, exactly. It was all so sudden! A flurry of black and white, some strange, sort of squawking sound . . and he was gone.
That was three days ago. I - I haven't seen him since
"All right miss, well who is he
the emperor - Emperor Misha. My dog!
"Your dog?" So it had come to this . . . 15 years pounding the mean streets as a meaner Private Eye. Before that, 10 years on the force of a ratty police force in the backwoods - 5 years as a process server and 6 weeks taking Private Investigation Correspondece courses - only to play dog-catcher for pampered women.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Maybe you'd better try the SPCA."
"I - I can't go to the SPCA. There are reasons, I can't explain now. O please Mr. Sullen! You're my only hope! I'll pay you $5,000 if you can bring my dog back, safe and alive."
That was a lot of money to a man in my position. Suddenly this dog-catching business didn't sound so bad. "$5,000, eh? How much if I bring him back dead?"
It was the wrong thing to say. She quivered, paled, and stood up. I watched $5,000 walk away like a well-oiled machine.
Spike came over to settle the bill. "Got quite a way with women, don't ya?"
Insomnia
It happened at the AUdobon birdwatching society. We go every Satruday. Misha and I had for some kind of some kind of bird meeting. I - I don't know what happened, exactly. It was all so sudden! A flurry of black and white, some strange, sort of squawking sound . . and he was gone.
That was three days ago. I - I haven't seen him since
"All right miss, well who is he
the emperor - Emperor Misha. My dog!
"Your dog?" So it had come to this . . . 15 years pounding the mean streets as a meaner Private Eye. Before that, 10 years on the force of a ratty police force in the backwoods - 5 years as a process server and 6 weeks taking Private Investigation Correspondece courses - only to play dog-catcher for pampered women.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Maybe you'd better try the SPCA."
"I - I can't go to the SPCA. There are reasons, I can't explain now. O please Mr. Sullen! You're my only hope! I'll pay you $5,000 if you can bring my dog back, safe and alive."
That was a lot of money to a man in my position. Suddenly this dog-catching business didn't sound so bad. "$5,000, eh? How much if I bring him back dead?"
It was the wrong thing to say. She quivered, paled, and stood up. I watched $5,000 walk away like a well-oiled machine.
Spike came over to settle the bill. "Got quite a way with women, don't ya?"
