tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868832066925549024.post4460734038567748169..comments2023-11-14T22:18:19.759-06:00Comments on A Twist Of Noir: Interlude Stories: Jamie GrefeChristopher Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581243409967241320noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868832066925549024.post-10551742878672109562011-12-16T01:00:34.220-06:002011-12-16T01:00:34.220-06:00I don't know how you conjured that old song up...I don't know how you conjured that old song up in my head, <i>A Mouthful Of Venom And A Bellyfull Of Tennessee</i>, but you did. (actually I don't think that's the real lyric . . . but it should be). Quenton calls, you tell him, you got sumptin', sumptin' -- then fry his eyeballs with this. Big Q will run screaming from the room . . . the coward.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868832066925549024.post-60465941714591619472011-12-13T13:18:41.594-06:002011-12-13T13:18:41.594-06:00Wow, deliciously gruesome and completely intense. ...Wow, deliciously gruesome and completely intense. A great bit of writing that was.Julia Madeleinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02770857960024041136noreply@blogger.com