The Detective sat back down on his desk. He put his half-empty soda down on a stack of well-thumbed Len Wein/Dave Gibbons issues of Green Lantern comics the Outreach Worker had bought at the Pigeon Park Street Market a few Sundays past. He logged off of his Words With Friends match against a minor memoirist he was a fan of, and got to work updating his LinkedIn profile.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Trying to photocopy moonlight
Detective work wasn't much different than anything else he'd ever done. Pay attention, ask questions, write it up, don't take it personally. Three out of four of those he was even good at. He took a long pull on the grape soda, just held his head back and let it go down his throat without even tasting it. That fake grape taste brought up memories and if he couldn't even afford his own off-brand pop, he certainly wasn't in any position to pay the toll on memories.
The Detective sat back down on his desk. He put his half-empty soda down on a stack of well-thumbed Len Wein/Dave Gibbons issues of Green Lantern comics the Outreach Worker had bought at the Pigeon Park Street Market a few Sundays past. He logged off of his Words With Friends match against a minor memoirist he was a fan of, and got to work updating his LinkedIn profile.
The Detective sat back down on his desk. He put his half-empty soda down on a stack of well-thumbed Len Wein/Dave Gibbons issues of Green Lantern comics the Outreach Worker had bought at the Pigeon Park Street Market a few Sundays past. He logged off of his Words With Friends match against a minor memoirist he was a fan of, and got to work updating his LinkedIn profile.
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