Rent
Fucking hell.
Rent’s due.
Again.
Seems like it’s always the 8th, doesn’t it? Or the 1st or whatever…
And someone may be a little strapped for cash this month.
But then I had a sign from our lord, Jesus Christ. (Swear to God.)
There I was…driving on Fairfax about to head East on Melrose (there are some totally killer leather stores there) when I saw it.
Divine intervention.
HELP FIND MARLEY.
MISSING CAT.
$2000 REWARD.
Did someone say REWARD?
The flyer featured a photo of little Marley and to be honest, he wasn’t the most photogenic feline I’ve ever seen, but that could have just been the lazy eye.
So what that the poor thing has been missing since January? I don’t take no for an answer (unless it’s really late and I’m too tired to argue).
As turned the corner, I was confronted by a life size billboard of Veronica Mars. (She’s a detective, too.) Taking this as yet another [cough] sign, I decided I WOULD FIND MARLEY and return him to his rightful (although obviously irresponsible) owner.
After a quick stop at Larry’s Leather Loft, I set out on my mission (God’s mission) to find my furry [soon-to-be] friend. I drove up and down the neighboring streets, but didn’t see anything– probably because it was dark outside and I still haven’t got around to fixing that damn left headlight. (I rather enjoy weaving the word, ‘pedittle’ into daily conversation, so no rush on that.) Not too mention, Marley is black. Which if nothing else, proves I’m not a racist.
After about 6 minutes (I know this not because I’m a detective, but because I listened to “Still of the Night” by Whitesnake in its entirety), I threw in the proverbial towel– kinda like earlier that day, when Big Mike wanted to have a second thumb war… And not for nothin’, but I’ve never combed an area for an animal before, let alone a black animal at sundown. Even the black cats can’t see each other under such conditions! I decided to retreat (it’s detective jargon people) and head back to Melrose to do a little [more] shopping (I put this great little vinyl number on hold!). May as well start spending that reward money… I would look for Money–I mean Marley in the morning.