Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... All the Guitars.
That tinsel Cadillac, Las Virgines Canyon, backsides-Malibu, getting a CLEAN getaway to the San Fernando Valley. Almost Murder-One!
Saint FEE-mando must a been a pretty important Guy. I check my Detective Smart-phone. Like whassit, Saint, bugs and stuff. BIRDS in the sky, maybe. THIS ONE, the multitudes chose Housing Plots. The Plot THICKENS. But that was in 1955 when all the Guitars...in tune.
Appartment blocks with FORECOURTS. Nobody EVER played Tennis in these places. Sign outside. NO MOVIES.If U were in the business, DRESS DOWN. Try to look like a CHINAMAN who needed to leave America. So the sign said. Actors, Actresses mostly ploughed on their Cosmetics at the SWCHWABBS...spell! It=s Yiddish!... local 7-11, drugstore. The wall telephone there, constantly, where ALL the Guitars....sometimes SING.
BODY ON THE BEACH! Body on your Couch. Sorry-Officer, the gun just WENT OFF. Can U arrest me in the morning. My Attorney-s in a Meeting! Too late for the Tattle Edition. MYRAH, my Agent says to look like a grieving Widow. Is THIS OK... My Affidavit is YOUR Affividavitoh and you SEE that Guitar on my wall...By Itself, it plays Misty!
There=s a million dollar BUBBLE coming out of my mouth, you got IN-ONE, you got SOUTH, spare me the Coronor, the body-bags. Jeeze! Switch OFF those...Your... flashing lights. The Blonde is Dead. Names-numbers from her Pocket-book. Did I PERSONALLY know her. HELL NO. Wrap it up here Boys. Get me a Ham on Rye. Yo! 15 Minutes. Turn off that frickin Siren. Somebodies Wife. A Guitar, someplace....
c.2020, davedelacroix
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