Just Chillin'

Here's a little sneaky peak:

All Collins and I had to do was prove Bullseye iced Angel. Then, through the deductive reasoning generally employed by a four year-old, a jury would see the long standing connection between Giovannini and the hit man and convict the bastard so that I could go back to the Purple Duckling and drown the whole incident in whiskey.
The bartender had once asked me what drink I preferred. He’d served me a lot but he’d never seen any pattern to my orders. I was pretty wasted by then, but I remember looking at him blearily and slurring out, ‘Which one’s got booze in it?’
Not my best moment...

I've been making steady progress, trying to make myself write at least half a page a day. Often, those pages are total crap - but at least they are there. I can make them useful eventually.