I like a song with a good beat. It has to be varied, not a drone of the same type. The best is usually provided by the drums/percussionist. My favorite part of the band is percussion. The other instruments would be lost without their base-pun intended. Perseverance and strength are required to learn to be a drummer.
Mike started to feel sick. He never liked to float while doing the gambler gig. Vegas, Reno, sure, but doing a number on a Louisiana boat? Not his choice. It was a request from the supposed “crown” of his department in the DOJ. Mike never liked the guy and figured he would always be sent on these shit assignments until someone fired his boss. Of course everyone knew the boss took bribes but Mike just needed to find that one memento to prove it.
Jo had this unrelenting habit when a mean rumor would cross his path, usually one laden with exotic secrets, of deciding to seek the truth. On the chance that a haven of validity was hidden in the “lie”, he was a fool of a detective. To top it off, much to his wife’s concern, he housed his bony frame inside a thirties style suit and adorned a matching hat, making him feel like Sam Spade on a mission. Dashiell Hammett would be proud.
“Far be it for me…(words usually followed by unsolicited advice from an old person when they really want to say:do as I say)…to contradict your opinion or rekindle old wounds…certainly not, but do you really think purple is the right choice?”
“Mom, when I made the decision of withdrawal from my first marriage, I vowed the days of a false pure white wedding gown was not for me. The white dress is only a metaphor.
“Well I just don’t want you sending the wrong message!”
“And what message is that? That I’m in love and passionate about being married to someone who feels the same?”
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