Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine ...
Yeah no, that's not how I'm starting this story. What kind of line is that anyway? Besides, the tavern wasn't mine, I'd left The Hanged Man far behind me by this point. Not that the Hanged Man was mine either but – screw it, let's try that again.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show ...
Okay, well, that's a bit better. Maybe. That doesn't keep it from sucking though, does it? Who even says something like that?
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since ...
No, he didn't. He really didn't.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times – HELL no.
Damn it, I've never had this much trouble before. Of course, I've never told a story quite like this one either but after everything I have told, well, maybe I owe some people this one. Just because I'm that nice a guy.
Anyway, how about we forget about having some masterpiece opening and just use this one, tried and true. Why mess with a classic?
No shit, there I was ...
A/N: Just in case anyone was worried, I have not abandonned The Mistress. I hope to have a chapter written for it soon. In the meanwhile, this is something I've been working on for a year or so that was finally ready to post and which is almost completed at this point, so it won't take away time from working on The Mistress either.