we're losing our biggest celebrity today.
not that slime, you fizzhead. hudson hawk. the last of the great cat burglars.
as a thief, hawk was a poem. iambic fucking pentameter. you know, crime used to have a little class. a hundred reporters were here when he came in, now they're probably out covering some tired crack gang war.
guess this means, hawk, you'll be able to let yourself back in.
hope i lose the bet. have that cappuccino on me.