A Christmas story
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Another Christmas where I find myself in the office, sipping from the same glass of Jack I save every year for this God forsaken season. The only time of the year when we turn to saints just for the sake of a fat jolly guy dressed in red who breaks inside your house to leave presents. Bunch of idiots. I used to believe in fairy tales too when I was a kid, but after working as a private investigator as long as I have you stop believing in that kind of stuff.
I should look in that pile of mail. Who knows, maybe I won the lottery. Ha ha. Just a pile of bills, all past due.
What's this? A Christmas card from Angela, my old secretary. I think she was my only true friend. She helped me even if I couldn't pay her sometimes. Last I heard of her, she got married to a big shot lawyer, moved to a big house down in the suburbs and had herself a couple of kids like she always wanted. Can't believe she still sends a card. Sweet kid. Think I should send her one too.
Where did I put that darn pack of smokes. There it is. The last one. Oh well, that's life for yea. One of this days I should quit the habit. Doctor says I should change my lifestyle if I wanna live past 50. I had a full life with no regrets. Never married, never had brothers or sisters.
The only thing close to a family I had was an orphan I saved during a case a couple of years ago. His parents where killed by a homeless junkie. Lucky for him I was in that neighbourhood, taking pictures of a husband cheating on his wife. Heard the boy screaming and I rushed there just in time. Before he could get the boy, I pulled my pistol out and put two bullets in that bastard. After the incident the kid was put in an orphanage, where I used to visit him from time to time just to see if he was ok. The last I heard he was applying to an ivy league college to become a doctor. He's gonna end up in the history books one day.
This place is so full of smoke I wonder if there's any oxygen left in here. I should open a window before I go to bed. In my line of work you always have the "luck" of sleeping on the office couch. Good thing they didn't shut down the heat in this place already.
What's that next to the door? A package? I wonder what's inside. An envelope, two packs of smokes and a bottle of scotch. Inside the envelope is a note that describes a new case for me and a check for 50 grand. That could cover all of my bills, a couple of grand to send Angela and the boy as Christmas present and a little left for retirement. This is just the case I needed before I went out of business. Maybe there is something to that Ol' Saint Nick, after all.
Cheers to you and Merry Christmas!
Another Christmas where I find myself in the office, sipping from the same glass of Jack I save every year for this God forsaken season. The only time of the year when we turn to saints just for the sake of a fat jolly guy dressed in red who breaks inside your house to leave presents. Bunch of idiots. I used to believe in fairy tales too when I was a kid, but after working as a private investigator as long as I have you stop believing in that kind of stuff.
I should look in that pile of mail. Who knows, maybe I won the lottery. Ha ha. Just a pile of bills, all past due.
What's this? A Christmas card from Angela, my old secretary. I think she was my only true friend. She helped me even if I couldn't pay her sometimes. Last I heard of her, she got married to a big shot lawyer, moved to a big house down in the suburbs and had herself a couple of kids like she always wanted. Can't believe she still sends a card. Sweet kid. Think I should send her one too.
Where did I put that darn pack of smokes. There it is. The last one. Oh well, that's life for yea. One of this days I should quit the habit. Doctor says I should change my lifestyle if I wanna live past 50. I had a full life with no regrets. Never married, never had brothers or sisters.
The only thing close to a family I had was an orphan I saved during a case a couple of years ago. His parents where killed by a homeless junkie. Lucky for him I was in that neighbourhood, taking pictures of a husband cheating on his wife. Heard the boy screaming and I rushed there just in time. Before he could get the boy, I pulled my pistol out and put two bullets in that bastard. After the incident the kid was put in an orphanage, where I used to visit him from time to time just to see if he was ok. The last I heard he was applying to an ivy league college to become a doctor. He's gonna end up in the history books one day.
This place is so full of smoke I wonder if there's any oxygen left in here. I should open a window before I go to bed. In my line of work you always have the "luck" of sleeping on the office couch. Good thing they didn't shut down the heat in this place already.
What's that next to the door? A package? I wonder what's inside. An envelope, two packs of smokes and a bottle of scotch. Inside the envelope is a note that describes a new case for me and a check for 50 grand. That could cover all of my bills, a couple of grand to send Angela and the boy as Christmas present and a little left for retirement. This is just the case I needed before I went out of business. Maybe there is something to that Ol' Saint Nick, after all.
Cheers to you and Merry Christmas!
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