Here’s the thing, I’ve had wine. Pinot to be specific. I’m not typically a fan of pinot (noir), but I find Malbec to have a very scary finish. I’m a wine snob which is code word for ‘”too old to admit you’ve turned into one of those broads that really likes wine.” It’s my little thing I do to cajole myself to write. It works. I hate being this honest. It’s not in my nature. Plus I hate people. Those two things alone are reason enough to own a gun. I also have a fascination with guns. Not in a Yosemite Sam, yahoo-nutbar way. It’s more of a fascination with all things retro. For instance, I like revolvers. In particular, how they look and I like gangsters. Not bullshit fake celebrity ones like Snoop. I like old school noir characters. I love black and white gangster stories but Boardwalk Empire might be the best neo noir ever. I’m getting off topic (I have to reel in tangents sometimes – it’s the wine). Actually if we’re going to get into it – in addition to film, I like gangster characters that early to mid-century novelists like Raymond Chandler or Daschiell Hammett created. My favorite is The Big Heat by William P. McGivern, who tends to write about cops… either side of the law, I like the tough guys. They can be unscrupulous but still are coming from the right place. They’re loners because they have integrity and they are not afraid of what comes at them. They drink whiskey like water, and I imagine they don’t lose any sleep.
My fascination with these characters might be the appeal of a man’s man who’s tough but has valor and truthfulness. There’s something about people who have braved a lot but haven’t been corrupted by it. Real gangsters are people who have been through the ringer but still remain noble. Real gangsters work temp jobs.