Friday Noir: The Mid-Night Hustle
Overheard under the warm neon glow of a gin joint in a some city, some where….
What’s that you say?
You need cabbage?
I can help with that.
A slick jalopy with fat tires and a fast engine?
I can help with that.
Some muscle?
I can help with that.
A dame?
That last one… no, you don’t want that, believe me.
Listen, everyone in this world is on some kind of hustle. You can’t let your guard down.
Everyone is trying to find something that felt like redemption.
We believe in foolish things, whatever keeps us breathing for another tomorrow, and getting us through the night.
You gotta be a fast learner of the mid-night hustle.
Have a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind. Don’t mind dyin’, either.
You’re never gonna change the world, brother. It’s full of rough tumbles and bad intentions. Just hang on as best you can.
Now, go back inside, listen to the crooner on the box, and drink your fill.
And forget about that dame, fella.
Believe me.
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