I grew up reading classic mysteries and watching 'film noir'. All I wanted was to grab a gat and go on adventures with Phillip Marlow or Sam Spade. Mom and Dad were all right with my insistence on switching from French to Russian in high school, even if the counselor wasn't amused with my reason - I needed Russian, if I was going to be an international spy. They were even okay with teaching me to shoot. However, they frowned on me spending time in smoky bars with fast guys or shady characters. By dreaming up my own adventures, I could live vicariously without the worry of being grounded. Those
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