Fragments of Noir
Thursday, 12 October 2017
An Empty Flask
Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue.
James Crumley
Last Good Kiss
1978
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