Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
It was a dark and stormy night but thats how it is during the daytime in Scotland when your in an Old Milwauakee haze. My name is Slade, Sam Slade, and I'm a Private Eye. Only line of work since the government cut back at the Mayonaise Lid factory. Now I just tool around Steornabhagh or however you pronounce it ( better than being in Cumnock or those places in Wales - how the hell do you say Blaenau Ffestiniog?) I was relaxing in my office and had decided to put some music on - something to forget her by. I had just placed my favorite album on the turntable when a knock came on the door.