081- Night in Havana -1

Tired of the everyday routine, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure. Want to get away from it all. Time to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

We escape to the waterfront of Havana, and to an underworld where men live and sometimes die by a bizarre coat of their own. As Burnham Carter tells it in his exciting story, Night in Havana, something was wrong.

Half way up the street of Bayes works, even if I realized that something was wrong. None of the regulars were to be seen. Surely something was wrong. But what? And then I remember that since I had decided to live an honest life, it was really no concern of mine.

As I came up breast of the why worry restaurant, I saw the Dutchman Maru who owned a cabin cruiser and who was, consequently, a man of some prominence in the smuggling trade. He was standing on the weighing machine, neither door snapping with his big hands.

Theo, do you have any? Hey, see, see, see? Thanks, 193 pounds. When I reach 195, I'll switch from beer to coffee. coffee when I hit one night I go back to beer you like the rice and fall of it died in a banana armor two pounds of beer to go if you're headed for the

cafe Moscow I'll join you well well no well no come on on Theo got a few dollars to lend me hi I have not seen any money in weeks I was hoping to find a The purchase of my gun is even...

Oh, you're kidding. You're going to sell your gun? See? How will you live? Honestly. Ha ha ha ha. I'm not my old man. Please, for a proper attention. Why do you have attention? You're quite...