“This was some BAD dialog. Real bad.
It’s that clever, hard-boiled detective shit. “The dame walked out of my wet dreams and into the dry heat of my office.” That kinda shit.
I was going through the series, that was the plan, but I’m tapping out here. I can’t go any further.
How come these broke-ass detectives always have a downtown office? How do they pay for that? They’re always broke, but they’re always drinking in bars. They can never scrape together any money, but they have trenchcoat money! Where are they getting all these trenchcoats? Those things ain’t cheap!
I need to start a finance series for hard-boiled detectives. Seminars that teach them how to not be so hard-up all the time. “Hard-boiled, but not hard up!” “The Case of the Why The Fuck Haven’t You Put Any Money Into a 401k, but You’re Gambling Like Crazy.””