Noir.
Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy. Naked Noir - washingtonpost.com. I woke early that morning , fished for a cigarette, fought a hangover.
No cigarette, big hangover. Spiders trapped flies a few feet in front of my eyeballs and when I swatted at them, they scattered, then reformed their picnic. I had it bad. I didn't want to but I had to: thought of the blonde. The name -- what was it? The List.