“Before I could get to very much philosophizing and a few moments before I’d really regained my equilibrium the gravel around me started dancing. I could hear the tune being set from the other rooftop, a little 9 mm concerto. There wasn’t much of a beat, but it got me moving.”
That’s so hard-boiled detective novel sounding that I pissed whiskey after reading it. Well done, sir.
Anonymuncule