("My day as a 1950's private eye" would have been better if the ending wasn't deleted by stupid early myspace. Originaly posted Dec. 11, 2005)
The horrid buzzing of my alarm clock reverberated in my skull like a gorrilla playing drums in a jazz band with a sledge hammer. At once I was no longer on the beach in bermuda with a dozen super models, but back in the tiny one room apartment I calle home.
The sun filterd thru the blinds hitting me square in the face. I could tell it was already late in the day. That demon of an alarm clock told me that it was 11:00 already. "alright, time ta drag yer ass outa bed. The bills ain't gonna pay themselves." I thought as I half crawled, half rolled out of bed and onto the floor. The shower was frigid, just the way I likes it, gets the blood flowing.
I threw on my uniform and did a quick glance into the fridge. I hoped some miracle had happend last night and food magicaly appeard in it. No such luck, figures...
Dave and Matt were in the living room talking about things that I wouldn't give a rats ass to know about. Matt was an honest cop in a bad town. Guy never took a dirty cent, that made some of the other guys on the force a little nervous, but I knew he ain't no squeeler. Dave on the other hand had his fingers in so many pies in this town you'd wonder how he ever managed to wash up at night. (ok, Matt and Dave's description was totaly a lie, but it sounded cool!)
They didn't pay much notice to a boozed out P.I. like me, just an acknowledging nod. I stumbled down the steps and out the door. The sun instantly blinded me, I swear sometimes I think that thing is try'n ta kill me. After a second I could see again... and the sight I saw made me wish I had still been blind. there I was stairing down the working end of a colt .45. The hammer cocked back.... and today started off so well....
TO BE CONTINUED....