There she was... staring at me, analysing me,
dissecting me. She was fucking mean and she knew that. Bitch.
It was a crazy nigth, it was a crazy game of poker. Damn, woman. I should be at home, but damn... there I was, an easy target for a dangerous hunter. Me, the hunter, on my knees.
I lighted a cigarette,my loyal companion of lonesome nights.