I’ve been circling this %*$&% confrontational scene—between my male MC and the beautiful sociopath who fouls up his grift sense like no other—for a week now and I’m gonna sit down and hammer it out if I have to stay up until 4 a.m. and demolish my entire private stock of diet Pepsi.
So no real content here today, folks.* Gotta conserve.
But I’m feeling noir-y for some reason and just a touch Swedish pop**. . . so I thought I’d share this:
Enjoy your weekend—and if you own stock in Pepsico, you’re welcome.
*Why is today not like other—oh, wait. It is.
**Does there have to be a reason?