tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646287466061974482023-11-16T09:40:29.476-08:00The sinister street lampSo there I sat with my eyes burning from hours of staring at the bright screen. I typed like my life depended on it desperate to express my fondness of the pulp of old and promote my stories still in the making. So despite the cramps in my fingers begging me to quit and the breeze coming in through the cracked window to my left I continued praying for the day my blog would get out there and my stories would be heard.the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-6292793518775017632011-02-25T10:04:00.001-08:002011-02-25T10:04:29.448-08:00pulp art of the week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnIZhghZd_h_HVS8SHJAaos8O8I50K_YONHADiAtd-6bsQ2eQyY3wt5P5HR51yHKVnOvIP-gQai18eOmeHALiBqNH9Zu-aKYWvG5lpe91PCDzn4dEsqnMo95bd8m2hP1y4g4kBRs1iVB8/s1600/detbkmag1945su.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnIZhghZd_h_HVS8SHJAaos8O8I50K_YONHADiAtd-6bsQ2eQyY3wt5P5HR51yHKVnOvIP-gQai18eOmeHALiBqNH9Zu-aKYWvG5lpe91PCDzn4dEsqnMo95bd8m2hP1y4g4kBRs1iVB8/s640/detbkmag1945su.jpg" width="482" /></a></div>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-48761418220500706152011-02-18T20:09:00.001-08:002011-02-18T20:09:08.391-08:00Pulp art of the week<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TV9CYQ0N_QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Hy7tvNeKnaA/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20week_img_1.jpg"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TV9CYQ0N_QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Hy7tvNeKnaA/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20week_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center cursor: pointer;" height="420px" width="359px" /></a><br><br/><font size="1">Posted jason brown </font>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-20295565009196389892011-02-10T16:04:00.001-08:002011-02-10T16:04:28.307-08:00Pulp art of the week<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TVR9CYkEMWI/AAAAAAAAALw/DjTMe0OGKaU/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20week_img_1.jpg"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TVR9CYkEMWI/AAAAAAAAALw/DjTMe0OGKaU/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20week_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center cursor: pointer;" height="420px" width="406px" /></a><br><br/><font size="1">Posted jason brown </font>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-49095928236810838242011-02-03T15:20:00.001-08:002011-02-03T15:20:29.590-08:00The sinister street lamp: excerpt from my book The screw that refused to tighten part 5 , part 6 coming next month"It's about freakin time." the chin said his pride finally winning out.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He rushed up the ramp in a huff meeting the man at the top who said."This way please." and quickly did an about face and headed back for the door he'd just left.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Stepping inside the room the chin saw the it was much more comfortable than was to be expected from the outside.The walls of the room where of the finest wood stained a rich dark walnut color and the ornate tin ceiling panels above reflected the warm light<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>. There where fine European tapestries hanging on all the walls bringing more warmth to the room and plush rugs pilled on the floor. To the left side of the room there was a large oak canopy bed with deep red satin curtains . The bed was covered in the most plush bedding he had ever seen which included more pillows than any one man should rightly have. On the opposite side of the room there was an equally large oak desk with a comfortably padded chair and an oversized painting of a regal looking man wearing a suit of armor. On the desk there where stacks of papers , books , an array of elegant pens and a small lamp with a green , yellow and blue stained glass shade.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Finally to the far end of the room there was an ornate wood burning stove built more for beauty than anything else. In front of the stove stood two large wing back chairs both with their backs to the door. In between which sat a small table with a decanter of brandy and two glasses.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>All this he saw in a matter of seconds but none of this mattered to him at the moment , because from behind one of those two chairs an arm had appeared<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>.The arm had raised up ever so slightly and with the subtle motion<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>from two fingers it signaled for him to enter.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>" You may go in now ." Said the bulky escort . then he turned to leave closing the door behind him.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He stood there for a moment thinking about what he would say. Before he could get all his thoughts in order he heard a voice saying " When I offer someone a seat I don't like being made to offer twice."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Yes sir." He said caught a little off guard.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As he made his way towards the chairs his eyes never left the arm. As he got closer he saw more and more of the hideous man the arm was attached to.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The man who sat in that chair seemed well enough built for his age but obviously weakened by years of fighting, the red band on his other arm said who he fought for.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> That he had earned rank and recognition for his skill in the war was apparent, that he had paid a price for his position was just as clear.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As the looked at the man in the chair his gaze was met by a face he could never forget.The man had one bright blue eye and an eye that was white and cloudy, most likely ruined in the fire that scared nearly the whole left side of his face. Somehow the effect of that was nothing in comparison to the deep scar that started at the left corner of his upper lip and ran in a wide gash toward where his left ear should have been.the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-14617712732062788492011-01-30T18:19:00.001-08:002011-01-30T18:19:21.999-08:00Pulp art of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyuwgvOUHqS2-HpmADuulAwf1YgC0EFF2-FH0qLeb3P-NzOk_HEK55K3MR7VYFB9mEkvp77GJP8TIliE3ygRYeObAxc85rm2qk_lTssyo38BMV-L74OkInctrNQmwBrGzo2nn0zyr45T4/s1600/dimedet193701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyuwgvOUHqS2-HpmADuulAwf1YgC0EFF2-FH0qLeb3P-NzOk_HEK55K3MR7VYFB9mEkvp77GJP8TIliE3ygRYeObAxc85rm2qk_lTssyo38BMV-L74OkInctrNQmwBrGzo2nn0zyr45T4/s640/dimedet193701.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-82287340327718407612011-01-28T16:37:00.001-08:002011-01-30T18:19:53.767-08:00Pulp art of the day<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TUNhPkXBSeI/AAAAAAAAALk/NrPvyZ2_p6I/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20day_img_1.jpg"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TUNhPkXBSeI/AAAAAAAAALk/NrPvyZ2_p6I/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20day_img_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px;" /></a><br />
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Brown part 4 , part 5 coming next week<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Chapter Two : The Man With One Ear<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Outside the night had cooled down considerably a nice breeze had blown in off the river erasing the weight of the day.The streets where still empty with nothing about but the occasional rodent, that is except for the tall thin man using a [payphone across the street from a small beat up but very busy bar in a run down part of town.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Though alone the man was visibly worried about being seen and his caution gave away that his reasons for being about where less than honest.He wore a dark coat and a large brimmed hat which he tilted down so as to shade his face. Once placing the call he stepped from the light stretching the phone cord to its max in order to hide in the shadows once more. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Meanwhile the phone rang once......Twice......He kept a cool gray eye on the bar across the street.....Three times it rang......He jerked to attention as someone stumbled from the bar and lost the contents of his stomach in the street. It wasn't who he hoped......Then on the fourth ring he heard a click followed by man saying"Morgan's import export how can I help you?"<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Its me let me talk to the boss." The tall man said.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"He's about to leave , the boats almost here."Came the response.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>'Well hurry up and get him then he's expecting my report, now go!"Barked the tall man.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Running off like a dog that had just been scolded by an abusive owner, the little man just barely caught up with his boss as he was headed for the door.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Boss hold up."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>" What is it? You know I cant afford any disruptions right now. I've got our visitor to prepare for ."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>" It's Jimmy ,he's insisting on talking to you."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Exasperated the boss(also known as "The Chin" because he was reported to have a chin that could break any mans fist)strode over to the phone and asked."What did you learn ? why do they want her so badly?"<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Still can't figure boss . I followed her from some fancy dinner meeting to a private dicks office. He wasn't there so she left and came to some old bar named Mac Kenny's .She's up to something but I cant see as to what . I think she's meeting that p.i. He goes by the name George Jones."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Just then someone yelled across the room "Eh boss I can see the boat I think he's here."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>" <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Look I don't have time to do your thinking for you , our guest is arriving now . I like what he is paying us but I don't trust him . so watch the girl and find out what they want from her and if she is meeting this shamus watch him also!" Slamming down the phone the chin ran out the door bringing all his men with him to greet his guest.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Putting the phone back where it belonged the tall man adjusted his hat crossed the street and entered the bar.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Back at the docks the chin and his small group of thugs filed into place right as the boat was pulling up. It was a small freighter , big enough for a transatlantic voyage but to small for any real comfort. It bumped into the dock making a screeching sound that would make anyone cringe . Three men threw down some rope so the boat could be tied in place. Meanwhile two more men lowered a gang plank and secured it in place. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After that there was nothing . Just two groups, one on the boat one on the dock standing staring each other<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> waiting for someone to make the first move.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The chin stood there growing more and more impatient , an internal battle raging between his pride which hated being made to wait and his fear of the man he was waiting for . His fear was winning for now but his pride was quickly gaining ground.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Just then a door opened on the far side of the freighter. Out stepped a short stocky man with the build of a bull dog. He had more than enough muscle to make up for his height and the presence of a man twice his height. He promptly strode across the boat to the ramp where he stopped abruptly and announced.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>" He will see you now."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It's about freakin time." the chin said his pride finally winning out.the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-68943171757167333812011-01-03T08:58:00.001-08:002011-01-03T08:58:08.381-08:00Pulp art of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_ZRB3f8D3wA7G2Adv2Y7Ly0piE9oLhtommXqZD4IuvtsVIDLfUrnzHnIaM-83sXFkpNczJx3K88nMiwH_8ZOVz79J1qOWpmroRiK-BhHQmQ0k5pxLyZkBgN8Ir-VHAvAy5SJnbdpBlM/s1600/horrorst193503v1%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_ZRB3f8D3wA7G2Adv2Y7Ly0piE9oLhtommXqZD4IuvtsVIDLfUrnzHnIaM-83sXFkpNczJx3K88nMiwH_8ZOVz79J1qOWpmroRiK-BhHQmQ0k5pxLyZkBgN8Ir-VHAvAy5SJnbdpBlM/s640/horrorst193503v1%25233.jpg" width="446" /></a></div>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-31910265215635940722011-01-01T18:34:00.000-08:002011-01-01T18:34:27.148-08:00pulp art of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWXthxiTsao6IRzWfYQqTDvvqBzgl-6fWkyL-prFBjSWcwj5Wn6jkhywmqgxM_kYeuQ9Gc8rZQjwJc44sc4x1RxTSwjJy8gmuBWCCW6OWsslrPimRCernydTOsvAOzCSAssXdcri6u6E/s1600/dettl193811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWXthxiTsao6IRzWfYQqTDvvqBzgl-6fWkyL-prFBjSWcwj5Wn6jkhywmqgxM_kYeuQ9Gc8rZQjwJc44sc4x1RxTSwjJy8gmuBWCCW6OWsslrPimRCernydTOsvAOzCSAssXdcri6u6E/s640/dettl193811.jpg" width="438" /></a></div>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-17448408887000216772010-12-30T22:28:00.001-08:002010-12-30T22:28:54.238-08:00Pulp art of the day<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TR14I1RguSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GnAKyGlg6wE/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20day_img_1.jpg"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RotGq8Dyvb0/TR14I1RguSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GnAKyGlg6wE/Pulp%20art%20of%20the%20day_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center cursor: pointer;" height="420px" width="270px" /></a><br><br/><font size="1">Posted jason brown </font>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-5291330462031660702010-12-29T11:52:00.001-08:002010-12-29T11:52:42.473-08:00Pulp art of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzdONj9A11hlZcdBUL1MnLhJnC8NN452u8fFFEoGhjQUVfE1_EAKlw4oEBtoW2W61vpYTo2m9_2F7N0hcpB9-Vri-F3AncBHLP4gzJ6jysUWPFLlJOfcwuEMe5Ax1AW39OvbbYq6Cpf0/s1600/bluebk192210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzdONj9A11hlZcdBUL1MnLhJnC8NN452u8fFFEoGhjQUVfE1_EAKlw4oEBtoW2W61vpYTo2m9_2F7N0hcpB9-Vri-F3AncBHLP4gzJ6jysUWPFLlJOfcwuEMe5Ax1AW39OvbbYq6Cpf0/s640/bluebk192210.jpg" width="442" /></a></div>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-91438900673903713312010-12-27T11:19:00.000-08:002010-12-27T11:19:09.542-08:00movie suggestion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7B055-ouHi7-PhHES-pxiZ1dmxFg3WMR4OyneCC-oFB6xxwC0bSZIl-kY5B2aBQLWjqsM37_DaY8CnpXoyLKPH-wy14RN_5f76WaGqoW4ONdpUO-O2yCPn3bVa0hByj_kIdW7ndmc6RQ/s1600/220px-Brickmovieposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7B055-ouHi7-PhHES-pxiZ1dmxFg3WMR4OyneCC-oFB6xxwC0bSZIl-kY5B2aBQLWjqsM37_DaY8CnpXoyLKPH-wy14RN_5f76WaGqoW4ONdpUO-O2yCPn3bVa0hByj_kIdW7ndmc6RQ/s320/220px-Brickmovieposter.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"></span></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><i><b>Brick</b></i> is a 2005 American <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neo-noir" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Neo-noir">neo-noir</a> film written and directed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rian_Johnson" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Rian Johnson">Rian Johnson</a>. It was Johnson's directorial debut and won the Special Jury Prize for Originality of Vision at the 2005 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundance_Film_Festival" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Sundance Film Festival">Sundance Film Festival</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-telegraph_0-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brick_(film)#cite_note-telegraph-0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup> <i>Brick</i> was distributed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Focus_Features" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Focus Features">Focus Features</a>, opening in the United States on April 7, 2006, in New York and Los Angeles.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">The film's narrative centers on a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardboiled" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Hardboiled">hardboiled</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detective_fiction" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Detective fiction">detective story</a> that takes place in <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suburbia" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Suburbia">suburbia</a>. Most of the main characters are high school students. The film draws heavily in plot, characterization, and dialogue from hardboiled classics, especially from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dashiell_Hammett" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Dashiell Hammett">Dashiell Hammett</a>. The title refers to a block of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroin" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Heroin">heroin</a>, compressed roughly to the size and shape of a brick.Brendan Frye (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Gordon-Levitt" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Joseph Gordon-Levitt">Joseph Gordon-Levitt</a>), a student of an unnamed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="California">California</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="High school">high school</a>, stares silently at the body of ex-girlfriend Emily (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emilie_de_Ravin" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Emilie de Ravin">Emilie de Ravin</a>) lying in a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm_drain" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Storm drain">storm drain</a>. Days earlier, Brendan, in the know of the intricacies of the "upper crust" of drug-addicted socialites but choosing to live outside them, receives a terrified phone call from Emily, who tearfully tells him that she "didn't know that the brick was bad" and that "the Pin's on it now," imploring him to help her. Brendan manages to find her, only to face her plea for him to leave her alone.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;">After her death, Brendan takes it upon himself to solve her murder, enlisting the aid of fellow loner The Brain (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_O%27Leary" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Matt O'Leary">Matt O'Leary</a>) to track information, while feigning to be an inside man for his assistant vice-principal (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Roundtree" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Richard Roundtree">Richard Roundtree</a>). His intrusion into the tightly knit circle of high school cliques brings him into the lives of several people, including popular Laura (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nora_Zehetner" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Nora Zehetner">Nora Zehetner</a>), prolifically violent Tug (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noah_Fleiss" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Noah Fleiss">Noah Fleiss</a>), <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannabis_culture" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Cannabis culture">stoner</a> Dode (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noah_Segan" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Noah Segan">Noah Segan</a>), seductive play actress Kara (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meagan_Good" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Meagan Good">Meagan Good</a>), athlete Brad (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_J._White" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Brian J. White">Brian J. White</a>), and <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drug_baron" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Drug baron">drug baron</a> The Pin (as in<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime_boss" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Crime boss">kingpin</a>) (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lukas_Haas" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Lukas Haas">Lukas Haas</a>). All are pivotal in his pursuit of the truth of Emily's fate.</div></span></span>the sinister street lamphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579467514672093152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564628746606197448.post-75771581911388547112010-12-27T11:13:00.000-08:002010-12-27T11:13:10.408-08:00pulp art of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_tN4NuLk2qNFfyRW3qowEBCo0kv9bSjPRaptJaKhZu5eIHYs6KvzCmrNp112HNjI4BoUAlDzjD66-G09xDhBFn-Ej3Vu6FPyWSbIYD_e0x397EY2rUvIWSbipFKB1bTmJzVSgdEGwGY/s1600/1935a-spicydet193507++twin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_tN4NuLk2qNFfyRW3qowEBCo0kv9bSjPRaptJaKhZu5eIHYs6KvzCmrNp112HNjI4BoUAlDzjD66-G09xDhBFn-Ej3Vu6FPyWSbIYD_e0x397EY2rUvIWSbipFKB1bTmJzVSgdEGwGY/s640/1935a-spicydet193507++twin.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br />
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