Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Savage Night

         I'd caught a slight cold when i changed trains at Chicago ; and three days in New York- three days of babes and booze while i waited to see The Man- hadn't helped it any. I felt lousy by the time i arrived in Peardale. For the first time in years there was a faint trace of blood in my spit.

Savage Night- Jim Thompson 1953

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