smasher

So I was at Lilly Marlenes last night. This girl comes in, puts Hank Williams on the juke, sits down next to me and orders a gimlet. A gimlet!

Lord please, somebody smack me because I was to damned busy blushing that I let her go without saying a word.

Well, at least I drank one bourbon and water to the memory of her that night.

I might go back there tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that. My country noir girl is bound to return, right? Right?