Another Saturday night, another case closed. Nothing more fitting of a celebration, than the fiery coolness of that Tennessee whiskey, Jack Daniels.
Damn these stormy days, Giving me headaches like my missus. You'd think these nights are as colorless as they sound,we'll they are. Nothing though brings more color into this world like Christine,That dime. You think you've seen it all,but when it comes to Christine you haven't. One day though, maybe i will get to see it all, if you catch my drift.
Those scarlet lips,those shoe horn curved hips, Those are the types of things that makes a man like me melt like lemon drops in a cocktail. I look forward to those days where i can see her at that lonely bus stop, cigarette in one hand,my heart in the other.
Just hope these cases keep coming in, work now is scarce, compared to what it was in my day. The good old days, the days when life was simpler and murder was too. Now people are killed in the all types of ways, which makes my job that one bit harder in this Gray scaled, rain burdened city.
