Sunday 24 June 2012

Noir Poet - Chandler

        Who am i cutting my throat for this time ? A blonde with sexy eyes and too many door keys. A girl from Manhattan, Kansas. I don't know. All i know is that something isn't what it seems and the old tired but always reliable hunch tells me that if the hand is played the way it is dealt the wrong person is going to lose the pot. Is that any of my business ?

The Little Sister
Raymond Chandler

excerpt originally shown 
on  www.filmsnoir.net

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