Up late

…Dealing with the discomforts that accumulated years bring; reading When the Thrill is Gone by Walter Mosley, noir detective master.

The protagonist, Leonid McGill, is providing a home, bed, and nursing to a dying friend. Mosley writes for him:

If stomach cancer was a man I’d’ve slit his throat, tossed him in the Hudson, and then gone out for a rare steak and red, red wine.

Oh, to write that clearly, emphatically, directly… I aspire to it.