tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272196075833043232.post504939712188885287..comments2024-03-05T08:29:45.081+00:00Comments on Fragments of Noir: Asphalt Junglefragments of noirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956745420147454659noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272196075833043232.post-39350369791242762502021-05-03T12:46:01.544+00:002021-05-03T12:46:01.544+00:00Couldn't have put it better myself !Couldn't have put it better myself !fragments of noirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13956745420147454659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272196075833043232.post-27808663180281780432021-05-03T11:48:53.624+00:002021-05-03T11:48:53.624+00:00Poor Dix. Haunted by memories of losing the famil...Poor Dix. Haunted by memories of losing the family farm as a child and dreaming of re-capturing a pastoral fantasy world bankrolled with stolen diamonds. With all that sentiment, he delivered one of the most cold hearted lines in noir history: "why don't you quit crying and get me some bourbon."Evil Woman Blueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18103228852708853261noreply@blogger.com