la petite fille à Tanger

Please hand over the weapon, Sir.  It's evidence now.

Yeah, of course, here.

You okay?

Yeah I'm fine.  Just need a drink

You got adrenaline pumping.

Yeah.

You know, you're lucky, this knife is just within the parameters of legality.

I know, I specifically bought it for that reason.

Well if it had been a switchblade or a butterfly knife or even a centimeter longer, I'd have to put you in cuffs right now.  I wouldn't have a choice.

Yeah, I know assisted opening knives are illegal here, that's why I had a regular pocketknife.

You know alot about knives, eh?

I was a boy scout.

They teach you how to stab a guy in boy scouts?

Well I was in the army too.

Alright.  I have your information, Sir.  We'll be in touch.

Thanks.

which ccr songs didn't fogerty write?

I can do one hundred things in an hour, or I can do nothing in a day.

midnight at broadway and myrtle

His hand was already grasping the small knife within his right coat pocket. As he pulled it out his thumb and middle finger popped the blade wide with a cold snick.
His right arm half-outstretched between the attacker and himself, his left arm swooped out behind him placing himself between his woman and the threat.

The glint of the mugger's pupils were visible from within the depths of his hood as his eyes shot from the woman over to the knife then back up to its wielder's face with panic. He pivoted and darted away at a full sprint from those he had underestimated.

Once the mugger was lost to the darkness and din, the man turned around toward his woman with a grin.

"Damn, what a rush, uh?"

The woman felt the adrenaline too.

"Yes," she said "that was crazy."