Don't Call It a Comeback!

I been here for years! Seriosly. I just havent wriitten (and as you can see bythis post, my typpin hasnt improved much. In fact it probbly got a lot worst). But theres a reason.  I got shot!  By my dum ass partner Johnnie.

Goddam kid andme was at that Briten Beach russian strip club called PERRESTROKERS and decided to pull out his piece and play Russian Roolet wit one of doze Rusky bouncers. When I saw him doin it I jumpt rite up -- nockin Nadia and her nockin nockers off my lap durin an incredibel lapdance -- and tried to stpo him. Poor timin on ol Terry Gs part. The gun wnet off and blue my typin finger off.

So after a reel long internal affairs investiagtaion and gettin chewed out by Cappy, Johnnie went on a leave a absense and i went on disability.

Anyway. i needed to get a way from New York for a while. Too many bad memrys. So I heded down to Floriday. The sunshine state. Coco beach to be exact. I watned to see the surfin and the space shuttle anv visit where I Dream A Jeanneie was made. I use ta love that show. Hilfreakinlarryous.

 Now as many a you no, i pretyty much gave up drinkin, but I started hangin out at some local beach bar and made a few good friends. the bar I hand out at gots this motto for one a there beers: $1Beers  All day. All night. All right.An it sure is.

Anyway to make a long story short I jsut hugn out an gotta taste a da good life. But the good life got a little boring at tiimes. So I started readin some cheap detective novels -- and noin I was never gonna be back on force again decided to open up my own detective agency down here in Coco Beach.

Hubba hubba. That's my type a dame.

Im about to start my first case tamorrow -- gotta meetin wit a client. So come back for updates and see wwhere life takes me.

 --Gristle out.