The Door Into Summer
It's snowing in Coquitlam this morning (woohoo!). But basement dog keeps whining at the door then refusing to go out. I think she's looking for the door that doesn't lead to a cold back yard. This is the dog that will bound around Seymour for hours in several feet of snow. WTF?
Anyway, betcha it's just puking on the mountains right now. This will be a GREAT weekend.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.