![]() ![]() I sparred with the night clerk for a couple of minutes, but it was like trying to open a sardine can after you broke off the metal lip. ![]() It was one of those transient motels, something between a fleabag and a dive.You've been beaten up, slapped, shot full of hop until you were as crazy as two waltzing mice now let's see you do something really tough, like getting up.She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.It was smaller than Buckingham Palace and probably had fewer windows than the Chrysler building. Or maybe it was just the plain fact that I am tired and growing old. Mostly chasing a few missing husbands and then chasing their wives once I found them, in order to get paid. Maybe it was the rotten weather we'd had in L.A. This past spring was the first that I felt tired and realized I was growing old. ![]()
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