City of Angels & Gumshoes--back in the day, baby!

   
   "City of Angels & Gumshoes--back in the day, baby!"

   Joe Mannix got his butt whooped every week at the pier, and thrown into the water, but he always came back for more.  In the words of Guns And Roses:  "I'm on the Night Train--I never learn."
   But Joe Mannix shouldn't have learned.  He was a rare breed.  Liked taking an ass-kicking, for he had Health Insurance.  As my biological mother said of my biological father:  "When he played college football, he used to hypnotize himself and let the other players put out their cigarettes on his back--just to get him pumped up as a running back, like a little John Riggins."  
   Back before LA became a sanctuary city--there were private eyes, rock and roll, and still during today:  The Rand Corporation.  But as the crazy guy says on Fox News:  "Would you want Dirty Sanchez living in your daughter's bedroom?  How's that gonna work out for your sanctuary?"  And my freaking family were immigrants, but the Serbs learned how to speak English, took the Pledge of Allegiance, and only spoke the Slavic Languages among themselves.
   So, don't be a cop.  Go old school.  Be your own man.  Be a private eye.  Drink beer, smoke a Lucky, nail a dame you love and wanna engage in matrimony, and say the OUR FATHER after some hicks roll you like they did Jim Rockford.  Get your ass kicked for the hell of it.  
   Too, don't carry a wussy 9-millimeter and spray prey with the high capacity, but go all cowboy, having a single action revolver.  But what the hell do I know?  I still watch cartoons, and 50 is knocking on the door.