“So, what’s the skinny?” he’d drawl, his hat dipped low over his eyes. Dating Burt was like living in a hardboiled film noir. A Sam Spade wannabe, Burt threw around words like “copper” and "goon." He wore a sweat-stained fedora and crumpled khaki trench coat, drank cheap bourbon and smoked unfiltered Camel cigarettes. By “smoked,” … Continue reading Koi meets girl