Nightfly’s send-up of my film noir heart. Brilliant. It was in the comments, but I had to give it its own post. (If you read this blog and you’re not reading the comments — especially lately, you are MISSING OUT. Best part of the blog.)
I’ve been in this racket a long time, and after a while you get a nose for trouble. Some people say it’s the Lord; me, I always figured that if He had to tell me wise then I wasn’t doin’ His work. Well, when she walked into the narthex, right away I could tell this dame was trouble. It wasn’t the black bra under the blouse. Dame’s got a right to wear what she wants where she don’t want guys lookin’, and I’ll bust anyone square in the chops if he don’t like it. I don’t have an NRA sticker on my car for giggles, mister.
But the vest was a dead giveaway. It wasn’t a fashion statement, it was a cry for help, right from the bottom of her noir heart. People hear that cry, they run – if they’re smart. Well, I’m plenty smart, smart enough to know better, but I see too many runners in my line. Usually they run to me. That’s why I’m standin’ here. The name’s Hammer – Father Mike Hammer. A collar and a Colt, that’s my angle.
Still laughing, NF. Too many geniuses reading this meager blog.
And, hey, the vest was denim and cute. Uhm, I think?? I don’t know.
Okay. Seriously. It was a cry for help.
If you were ON FACEBOOK like NORMAL PEOPLE, you’d be able to *see* Nightfly. LIKE IN PERSON. Not only is he a genius, he’s lovely, as his lovely LadyBug.
I’m just sayin’.
Thanks, Tracey! Believe me when I say that we have to raise our game to keep up with you.
Officially I’ve now posted more here than at my own blog in the past month. I’m calling this one “The Slattern that Came in From the Cold.” I trust that it has a happy ending.
Haha, Lisa, guess what? I HAVE seen our dear NF and he IS lovely.
So there, ya Facebooker. Nyaah.
NF –/The Slattern that Came in From the Cold/
Hahahahahaha. I love it.
I, for one, can’t find Nightfly on Facebook.
Oh, and hahahahahahahahaha.