Bah! It is he of the moustache. I once encountered the imposter in a lonely street on the outskirts of Marrakech...not a word was exchanged between us at that god-forsaken place - though as I reached for my holster I vaguely remembered losing my Remington earlier that evening to a mysterious Arabian Princess who wouldn't stop buying me Singapore Slings. God damn, I could have sworn those dice were loaded. But somehow I knew that our paths would cross again. And this time I'll be ready. Oh yes. This time, I will be ready.
rolo
posted over 5 years ago