A Gritty, Hard-Boiled Tribute

From the ‘Fly.

I never met a morning I liked. That’s why I preferred to sneak up on them slowly after midnight, easing my way to closing time and going home with the baker’s trucks. I figured that way, the day already started right, so I had a leg up on whatever happened after sunrise.

Read the whole thing. It is a thing of beauty.

One Response to “A Gritty, Hard-Boiled Tribute”

1. tree hugging sister says:

   July 19, 2006 at 11:14 pm

   I ::heart:: Diptera.