Noir your heart out!
Dames. Now there's a tempermental creature if there ever was one. I've known dames that would make a man curl up in a ball and weep cuz he knew he didn't stand a chance of makin' her-- let alone pleasin her. I'm talkin' bout the high class broads that glide 6 inches above the ground. The kind of gal that nations go to war over. Hell, that guy Homer wrote a book about one. They'll eat a man up and spit 'm out just cuz they can.
But to be fair--I mean these are 'sposed to be 'unbiased' times we's livin' in-- I seen the sweetest angel darlins' turn into the most wretched and hateful hags 'cuz a man got to her most prized possession-- her heart. Yeh, then the bastard jus' tosses it out the window like an empty bottle of beer an leaves her heart shattered in a million pieces.
My sister's a prime example. She hates my guts-- hadn't laid eyes on her or spoke to her or nothin' in ten years. Yeh, but she hates everyone's guts, see. She was 'sposed to marry this real smooth guy-- said he was into real estate development.
Well she had a lil' nestegg saved up see. She worked for this doctor in the city for a long, long time and he and her had a real close relationship if y'know what I mean. I don't think his wife appreciated it too much but they were both older than dirt anyways. So when he finally kicked the can he lef' her enogh dough so she could buy a house an' live real comfortable like.
Shortly afterwards she met this smooth guy an' he wined her and dined her and then six months in to the relationsip he persuaded her to give 'm her money for a business investment that would make 'dem both millionares. The bastard hightailed it the very next week. Left her high an' dry. Wadn't much I could do seein's how I was finishin' my vacation in Eddyville.
Of course she weren't no spring chicken when all this happened. After that she jus' lost her youth as they say. When I got out I went an' visited her an' she wudn't even answer the door. Jus' sat there in her rockin' chair in her flat watchin' the picture box and cursin' every man she ever knew under her breath. Because you see, she didn't care as much about the money that was gone as she did about the man who stole her heart.
Probably didn't help much seein's how the old man lef' us when she was only five. 'Course by that time I had already been kicked out the house an' was out on the streets makin' a name for myself. Yeah I was a real firecracker in those days-- didn't care 'bout no one 'cept myself.
Sometimes I wish I could make it up to her somehow.
One thing's for sure if I ever catch up with the smooth talkin' sonofabitch that broke my lil' sister's heart I'll break his knees and then some.
But to be fair--I mean these are 'sposed to be 'unbiased' times we's livin' in-- I seen the sweetest angel darlins' turn into the most wretched and hateful hags 'cuz a man got to her most prized possession-- her heart. Yeh, then the bastard jus' tosses it out the window like an empty bottle of beer an leaves her heart shattered in a million pieces.
My sister's a prime example. She hates my guts-- hadn't laid eyes on her or spoke to her or nothin' in ten years. Yeh, but she hates everyone's guts, see. She was 'sposed to marry this real smooth guy-- said he was into real estate development.
Well she had a lil' nestegg saved up see. She worked for this doctor in the city for a long, long time and he and her had a real close relationship if y'know what I mean. I don't think his wife appreciated it too much but they were both older than dirt anyways. So when he finally kicked the can he lef' her enogh dough so she could buy a house an' live real comfortable like.
Shortly afterwards she met this smooth guy an' he wined her and dined her and then six months in to the relationsip he persuaded her to give 'm her money for a business investment that would make 'dem both millionares. The bastard hightailed it the very next week. Left her high an' dry. Wadn't much I could do seein's how I was finishin' my vacation in Eddyville.
Of course she weren't no spring chicken when all this happened. After that she jus' lost her youth as they say. When I got out I went an' visited her an' she wudn't even answer the door. Jus' sat there in her rockin' chair in her flat watchin' the picture box and cursin' every man she ever knew under her breath. Because you see, she didn't care as much about the money that was gone as she did about the man who stole her heart.
Probably didn't help much seein's how the old man lef' us when she was only five. 'Course by that time I had already been kicked out the house an' was out on the streets makin' a name for myself. Yeah I was a real firecracker in those days-- didn't care 'bout no one 'cept myself.
Sometimes I wish I could make it up to her somehow.
One thing's for sure if I ever catch up with the smooth talkin' sonofabitch that broke my lil' sister's heart I'll break his knees and then some.
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