081- Night in Havana -2

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

Tonight 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 pious works that evening, I realized that something was wrong. None of the regulars were to be seen. Assuredly 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 Y-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, near the door snapping with his big hands.

Ah! Theo, do you have any? A penny? You see? See? He? Thanks. 193 pounds. When I reach 195 I'll switch from beer to coffee. When I hit 190 I go back to beer. It's like the rice and fall of the tide in a banana harbor.

Two pounds of beer to go. If you're headed for the cafe Moscow I'll join you. Well, well, well, well, well, hey, come along. Theo, got a few dollars to lend me. I... I... I have not seen any money in weeks.

I was hoping to find a purchase of my gun this evening. Oh, you're kidding. You're going to send your gun? See? How will you live? Honestly. Heheheh. Honestly, you... He means you are a drunken attention.