Shaded: ".....Can I have a Scotch and water? Hold the Scotch?"
Tender: "....Okay...."
Shaded: "Ask me a random question. You'll get a tip."
Tender: "Alright..... What's your perfect crime?"
Shaded: "Oh what's my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's. Do I go after the vault? Tch! No.
I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I am taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop.
It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come
and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada."
Tender: "Why?"
Shaded: "I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son.
And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris
by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't
care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin."
Tender: "......Why??"
Shaded: "That's where I stashed the chandelier....."
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My heart, smell like, vanilla ICING
If SLICING my chest open, a BRIGHT beam of NICE things.
Of CHRIST brings BRIGHT wings, placement from THY KING.
Knight seems just right around the corner in my dreams...