Runyon 4x-xx-xx ep17 Blonde Mink

The Damon Runyon Theter. Once again, the Damon Runyon Theter brings you another story by the master storyteller, Damon Runyon. And this one, Blonde Meek. Can you tell it to you? Here is Broadway. Thanks. Well, one night I am sitting in Mindy's enjoying a late snack after a hard day trying to make some vibes.

When who's it's now beside me, but Julie the Stalker? He looks at me for a minute, then says... Broadway, I see Slad Slavin today. You... you... you... you... you... I see slats today. Julie, you are crazy. That is something you cannot do.

Nevertheless, I do. See you later. And with that, Julie gets up and walks away. He leaves me with a dill pickle stuck in my trunk. Now why his word should give me a cold chill and make me lose my appetite is something I will tell you about in a minute.

Now back to the Damon Runyon Theatre and the famous story Blond Mink. Like I say, Julie gets up and walks away, but I catch my breath and start after it. I grab him just before he gets out the door, and the scene is as fun.

There was something wrong, Broadway? I do not know yet, but Julie, you are kidding me, huh? No, I tell you I see Slats today. Julie, Slats is dead. I know because I go to his funeral a week ago.

Oh sure, I know he is dead. But you see him today. Look, today I go to the cemetery, maybe to put a few posies in his grave, you know. If there is nobody around, only me.

I am there maybe five minutes and thinking what a great pal slats you. I know all that, you're here, he is a great guy, we are all sorry he is no one. But that is neither here nor any place.