STEAMY SWEAT (A PRIVATE EYE TALE)The night was as dark as a dead man's anus.
Private eye Nick Rivers tossed his cigarette into the gutter and then coughed up yellow bile deep from his gut. In the distance, he saw the kid dart down a dim, dark, dank, and decidedly decrepit alley. The rain, as thick as mucus, smelled of tar and month-old dirty socks, which reminded him that he needed to take them out of his kitchen.
He followed carefully, looking both ways for cars as he crossed the street, because that's what his mother always told him to do when he was a child. His feet, soggy like damp underwear from a hard workout in the gym, squished noisily in his worn shoes. Too late, he was unable to avoid stepping into a pile of dog s**t lying in the street. He quickly sidestepped a second pile an
