Something bad is happening here. I get the feeling the guy in the Pontiac Catalina just picked up the blond in the passenger seat and they're heading to a seedy motel where something untoward will occur. It'll be the sort of thing that can only be fully told in a film noir feature. Someone will kill someone by the end of the second reel and the bad guy (or girl) will get away, or will they? After all, do any of us ever really get away? Can we really escape our conscience, karma, or fate? No, this all will end in tears...tears fill the dirty gutters of the big city, they mix with the rain and pour down the storm drains and nobody cares.
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