You'll never guess who stopped by to lean against the fence in my back yard to discuss my driving and writing habits. We retired to the Fixin's Bar on Saint Claude Avenue to go over the details. He doesn't approve of my devil-may-care attitude. I tried to convince him that my intentions are pure and justified. We parted amicably enough, as gentlemen tend to do.
Nobody pulled a trigger.
More tomorrow!
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