To Have Bad Habits

         I went back to my car again, and sat and sat. The top dripped on my knees and my stomach burned from the whiskey. No more cars came up the hill. No lights went on in the house before which i was parked. It seemed like a nice neighbourhood to have bad habits in.

Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939

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