I like it. Write it way down yonder in that minor key.
Notes: Iowa was a stumbling stone, Ames an aberration. JR was a sucker, a Cubs fan full of curses, a romantic's achilles heel, he was in love with her and that was that. Beerfan firing blanks. Curtis a stick in the mud, on the short end of the stick. Scoop dug out her nickel plated forty-four from the bottom of her sox drawer, she kicked through empty busted Budweiser cans (pee-you) off the corner of Waveland and Sheffield, at the scene of the crime. Locked and loaded, mad as a hatter, but it made no difference, not in the long run. She studied the slope of her nose in a mirror, and stuck her tongue out. She lit a cigarette with a silver cigarette lighter. All woman, singularly dangerous . . .