Slowly I turned. . .she looked back at me and smiled with that sexy slow burn that always makes it move. I tipped my hat and with that she was gone. Things had never been the same since she had the accident, her head and slammed hard against the windshield of her Bugati when she ran it into a snow bank just to see what would happen. Crazy broad. She drove like she fucked, full speed ahead and on till morning. I had other chunks of meat in my stew right now and her problems would have to wait. Vinny Gagliartie had just gotten out of the slammer and I had a sneaking suspicion he was gonna come looking for yours truly. That rat bustard, scum sucking, canolie eating, dip cheese was one mean mutha fucker. I knew he had it in for me ever since I got all those "I'm gonna kill ya, Strange!" spam emails bloating my in box. Leavenworth.gov, yeah, who am I kiddin? It coulda been any number of fat necked wise guys I help put away. Difference being this guy was gettin out today. I tried callin Roscoe, a guy that always seems to have the low down on fuckwads and ducsh bags but he wouldn't answer his cell. Fucker knew it was me callin' but wouldn't pick up. I know where he hangs out but it could get dicey since anybody there could be gunnin for me. I locked the door on my office and sat down at my desk, piled high with paper and Chinese take out boxes. The roaches wouldn't even eat that mess! I needed some serious tube time but the piece a shit was running real slow after it picked up a nasty virus from some porn site I visited. Maybe it was that attachment from Vinny. Somebody had taken control of this useless pile of silicon and was using it in a bot herd for sniffin around for passwords and bank account information. What they didn't know was it was set up as a 'honey pot'. I was just letting the black hats use it and recording all their spineless hits for the boys downtown. Like nuking worms on toast!

Not to be continued. . .