I wanted to walk the rainy downtown streets
wearing a fedora and a trench coat, press badge in my breast pocket. Step into a speak-easy dive and connect with one of my sources...
"What's the skinny on the Mayor in those back room shenanigans?" I'd ask in my hard-boiled reporter voice.
"Buy me a drink and I'll fill you in," Louie would answer. "Seems we got a slush fund over at Public Works."
So, isn't this the way it works, jota?