This is the city, Los Angeles, California. 465 square miles of humanity, all trying to get by and just make a living. When someone tries that at the point of a gun, that's where I come in; I carry a badge. It was a rainy evening in LA and we were working the night watch out of robbery/homicide. The boss is Captain Perkins, my partner is Frank Smith. My name is Friday.
It looked like rain, so I got up to close the window. That guy on the sidewalk was still playing his sax. He was good, but I had heard enough for one day. When I turned back to my desk, she was already standing in front of it.
"Can I help you?", I said.
"No, Mr. Starker, I'm here to help you.", she whispered. "You placed a Want Ad for a secretary in today's paper. I'd like to apply for the position."
"Cookie, you can have any position you want." I replied, "You're hired as of now. And from now on, call me Mick."
"Oh, thank you Mr, uh, Mick." she squealed, "You don't know how happy this makes me."
"Sit down, sugar, pour yourself a drink. We've got all night to get to know each other. And you don't know how happy this'll make me!", I said as I removed my tie.
That's when the phone rang. That's when it all started to go sideways. Who could've figured that she'd wind up dead, and I'd be sitting in a jail cell talking to you?
This is great! I have the screen enlarged so while I'm typing out a letter to a friend on my manual portable typewriter, I feel as if I'm looking out the window while I type. This is so cool!
Serious question:🤔 *What makes it portable?* 🤔 It's already cordless. You aren't going to sit it on your lap and type, you're at a desk. Not a hater; I've been thinking of buying one but I have two electronic ones already.
@@Pantology_Enthusiast What makes it portable is that it comes with it's own case so you just put it in the case and take it anywhere. Even at the park. Been typing since the age of 16. Took typing classes in High School. That was back in 1966. My Mom bought me my first portable Royal Caravan Typewriter. I still have it to this day and it looks and types like the day I got it. I'm turning 73 this August. Today, people go through many computers in their life time. With a vintage typewriter, they typewriter goes through many people! I love it. Best part? It will NEVER CRASH! I own around 12 typewriters. 10 of which are portables. I'm partial to the Smith-Corona 5 & 6 series. All made in America!
@@johnlennon1049 ah, fair enough. Indeed, the classics are lovely workhorses. Sadly, the plastic printwheels on later typewriters didn't survive the ravages of time quite as well and I've had to replace 2 of them. Indeed, many people treat technology as disposable but I still use a few desktops from 2004. actually got them from a scrap pile in 2011. Bit of board repair and capacitor replacement has served me well. I was a bit slow to take an interest in typewriters, honestly. I found a cheap one at GoodWill an used it as an oversized label-maker as computer printers are rather annoying to setup for labels. My interests in typewriters really started in 2018 after watching a talk from Thomas S Mullaney, the author of _The Chinese Typewriter._ While it was about the difficulties associated with the the 1,000s of characters in the Han derived scripts, it also started me on the path to studying older methods of working with language and writing. I wish I could find an affordable Smith-Corona but it seems they are outside my bugdet.
It was like any other night, heavy rain, empty streets, cold yet mild brreze. It's 10pm and was about to close shop, haven't seen a single soul come through the door for 3 days straight. I stand up walk over to the window and stare at the neon light across the street, no-tell motel. As I'm lighting my last cigarette, I hear the door open and close behind me.....
Another day in this newfound decade. After my shower and breakfast, I get on one of those brand new Hyperloop cars, and I’m off to my DREAM Corporate Headquarters, located within the heart of Atlanta, GA. Another usual day on the job that went well, and I’m on that same Hyperloop again for the hour-long journey back home. Now, what happens after dinner and early evening television is where it gets interesting. I head out to my favorite hotel for this decade, The Hollywood Tower Hotel, but it’s only for the atmosphere and a bite to eat. Over on the other side of the wall where my booth was at, I could hear the cacophony of jazz instruments and blues my way, as the Speakeasies’ Band played their fingers down to the bone, all of that to impress an eager crowd of people. After my little late-night snack, I roam the streets of Miami, FL (yep, that’s where this hotel was located), hoping to get so much as a glance of the amazing art deco artwork on the beachside city’s many high-rises, or even - maybe - a lone celebrity who looked like she just decided to go out into public on a whim. But alas, the night begins to wane into midnight, and I must go home. Tomorrow will only be yet another fine day in this decade that we will sooner or later take for granted in future decades to come. I can already smell the good times rolling - or at least, a pumpkin spice cinnamon roll. Glory to the Uproaring 20’s. Have a nice day.
I listened to this for 10 hrs straight; now I turned into a 1920's detective. It's time for a night ride with some liquor and cigars. Gotta find some clues to solve this case.
There'd been a recent wave of gorgeous fashion models found naked and unconscious in Laundromats on the West Side. Unfortunately, I was assigned to investigate hold-ups at neighborhood credit unions.
There are times in a guys life when he finds himself floating face-down in an ocean of troubles; and as the last few bubbles of hope float away he thinks "How the heck did I get here?" I didn't know then what the mugs in the black suits knew; which was beyond the vastness of human understanding that we were being observed by mythical beings of such power and omnipotence that the human race was merely playthings and sought to motorboat the bazooms of our dames! Yeah, dames, that's how this all starts...
Soon as I got my mitts on his bank statements, I knew I got him square in the keister. The shadows of my window blinds cut across me in dark stripes as I thought about him. Not an awful guy. Maybe just a hungry guy. Hungry for somethin' better. In some kinda way, I guess he and I are both prisoners. Difference is, he's one headed for the slammer. And the bars that bind me, are the kinds you drink at. These days, I wonder if maybe he's the better off. What am I even doing this for? Not for the dollar. And that chintzy armchair back at Myrtle's place, is sounding sweeter all the time...
It was a cold rainy night in autumn.. .the streets were empty apart from a few taxi cabs and drunks and the occasional cop on his beat. The neon lights of sin city glowed ominously inside the window of my office. I sat in silence with a glass of bourbon in one hand and cigarette in the other. Waiting patiently in front of my phone awaiting a call from my client. A blonde(always a blonde eh?) Femme fatal type dame who had a dime to drop on a local crime boss. Very dangerous thing and stupid, but she had her reasons. This mobster was a ex of hers who ran off with some other Dame and ditched her. You know what they say about a woman's scorn after all..... she was plenty mad. Mad enough to risk her life to rat out her former lover.
Facebook. It pass away at my office. Only one person try to kill me!. And so what i make mistake not to be polite to them. I cant sell my android as my convession. Just...just let get it on. For everything. Frank Lyoid Wright
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This is the city, Los Angeles, California. 465 square miles of humanity, all trying to get by and just make a living. When someone tries that at the point of a gun, that's where I come in; I carry a badge. It was a rainy evening in LA and we were working the night watch out of robbery/homicide. The boss is Captain Perkins, my partner is Frank Smith. My name is Friday.
It looked like rain, so I got up to close the window. That guy on the sidewalk was still playing his sax.
He was good, but I had heard enough for one day.
When I turned back to my desk, she was already standing in front of it.
"Can I help you?", I said.
"No, Mr. Starker, I'm here to help you.", she whispered. "You placed a Want Ad for a secretary in today's paper. I'd like to apply for the position."
"Cookie, you can have any position you want." I replied, "You're hired as of now. And from now on, call me Mick."
"Oh, thank you Mr, uh, Mick." she squealed, "You don't know how happy this makes me."
"Sit down, sugar, pour yourself a drink. We've got all night to get to know each other. And you don't know how happy this'll make me!", I said as I removed my tie.
That's when the phone rang. That's when it all started to go sideways.
Who could've figured that she'd wind up dead, and I'd be sitting in a jail cell talking to you?
this has me feeling like a detective in the 1950s
How do you know that's what you are feeling like ?
Maybe you feel like a postman in the 1950s...I mean...if you never been one.
This is great! I have the screen enlarged so while I'm typing out a letter to a friend on my manual portable typewriter, I feel as if I'm looking out the window while I type. This is so cool!
Serious question:🤔 *What makes it portable?* 🤔 It's already cordless. You aren't going to sit it on your lap and type, you're at a desk.
Not a hater; I've been thinking of buying one but I have two electronic ones already.
@@Pantology_Enthusiast What makes it portable is that it comes with it's own case so you just put it in the case and take it anywhere. Even at the park. Been typing since the age of 16. Took typing classes in High School. That was back in 1966. My Mom bought me my first portable Royal Caravan Typewriter. I still have it to this day and it looks and types like the day I got it. I'm turning 73 this August. Today, people go through many computers in their life time. With a vintage typewriter, they typewriter goes through many people! I love it. Best part? It will NEVER CRASH! I own around 12 typewriters. 10 of which are portables. I'm partial to the Smith-Corona 5 & 6 series. All made in America!
@@johnlennon1049 ah, fair enough.
Indeed, the classics are lovely workhorses.
Sadly, the plastic printwheels on later typewriters didn't survive the ravages of time quite as well and I've had to replace 2 of them.
Indeed, many people treat technology as disposable but I still use a few desktops from 2004. actually got them from a scrap pile in 2011. Bit of board repair and capacitor replacement has served me well.
I was a bit slow to take an interest in typewriters, honestly. I found a cheap one at GoodWill an used it as an oversized label-maker as computer printers are rather annoying to setup for labels.
My interests in typewriters really started in 2018 after watching a talk from Thomas S Mullaney, the author of _The Chinese Typewriter._ While it was about the difficulties associated with the the 1,000s of characters in the Han derived scripts, it also started me on the path to studying older methods of working with language and writing.
I wish I could find an affordable Smith-Corona but it seems they are outside my bugdet.
Hipster doofus
It was like any other night, heavy rain, empty streets, cold yet mild brreze. It's 10pm and was about to close shop, haven't seen a single soul come through the door for 3 days straight. I stand up walk over to the window and stare at the neon light across the street, no-tell motel. As I'm lighting my last cigarette, I hear the door open and close behind me.....
Mesmerised watching the cars and rain , and the people crossing the street. 1am in the morning music. Glass of whisky in hand. Feeling mellow.
This video deserves more views , this is such a relaxing comfy tune
I need an eight hour version of this
Another day in this newfound decade. After my shower and breakfast, I get on one of those brand new Hyperloop cars, and I’m off to my DREAM Corporate Headquarters, located within the heart of Atlanta, GA. Another usual day on the job that went well, and I’m on that same Hyperloop again for the hour-long journey back home. Now, what happens after dinner and early evening television is where it gets interesting. I head out to my favorite hotel for this decade, The Hollywood Tower Hotel, but it’s only for the atmosphere and a bite to eat. Over on the other side of the wall where my booth was at, I could hear the cacophony of jazz instruments and blues my way, as the Speakeasies’ Band played their fingers down to the bone, all of that to impress an eager crowd of people. After my little late-night snack, I roam the streets of Miami, FL (yep, that’s where this hotel was located), hoping to get so much as a glance of the amazing art deco artwork on the beachside city’s many high-rises, or even - maybe - a lone celebrity who looked like she just decided to go out into public on a whim. But alas, the night begins to wane into midnight, and I must go home. Tomorrow will only be yet another fine day in this decade that we will sooner or later take for granted in future decades to come. I can already smell the good times rolling - or at least, a pumpkin spice cinnamon roll.
Glory to the Uproaring 20’s. Have a nice day.
wow this shot is perfect
😢 so wonderful
I listened to this for 10 hrs straight; now I turned into a 1920's detective. It's time for a night ride with some liquor and cigars. Gotta find some clues to solve this case.
This is so relaxing , yet it takes me back in time. Thank you kindly for this wonderful video!
The visuals are Perfection ❤
I am so impressed by how good the quality of your videos are! They are truly amazing and I can’t wait to see more from you!
Viva La Máfia! 🇮🇹🥃
EXCELLENT!! Thanks so much for both the perfect music/effects and awesome visuals.
Fantastic video. Great music 🎵🎶🎵. God bless 🙏
TOO SMOOTH
Awesome, thanks for the upload.
so great for studying
this is perfect
love this
Really well done 👍
If this were the only video on your channel, I’d STILL subscribe ♥️😎
Smooth
exceptional graphics!
VERY COOL JAZZ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎
Oh damn it is a Mafia town lol. Bro why did you start playing mafia noir? This is so badass dude
love it
Cool :)))
perfect
There'd been a recent wave of gorgeous fashion models found naked and unconscious in Laundromats on the West Side. Unfortunately, I was assigned to investigate hold-ups at neighborhood credit unions.
when the Italian kid says he knows a guy who knows a guy
your vid just got recommended to me and i feel so stupid for not knowing your channel existed 😭✨
great job dude 👏
I’m new no hard feelings 👌
It was a somber night at the easy when she came in...
👍👏👏
There are times in a guys life when he finds himself floating face-down in an ocean of troubles; and as the last few bubbles of hope float away he thinks "How the heck did I get here?" I didn't know then what the mugs in the black suits knew; which was beyond the vastness of human understanding that we were being observed by mythical beings of such power and omnipotence that the human race was merely playthings and sought to motorboat the bazooms of our dames!
Yeah, dames, that's how this all starts...
heheheh. bazooms.
☕🎶🥧
This one really puts my ass to sleep❤
Hey what's the name of the first song? It's a nice tune.
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Soon as I got my mitts on his bank statements, I knew I got him square in the keister. The shadows of my window blinds cut across me in dark stripes as I thought about him.
Not an awful guy. Maybe just a hungry guy. Hungry for somethin' better.
In some kinda way, I guess he and I are both prisoners. Difference is, he's one headed for the slammer. And the bars that bind me, are the kinds you drink at.
These days, I wonder if maybe he's the better off. What am I even doing this for? Not for the dollar. And that chintzy armchair back at Myrtle's place, is sounding sweeter all the time...
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🔉🔊🎼🎵🎶
Dont even same human same cat does conflict
I love it but.,don't any of these cars have functioning tail lights ?
The hotel is comfort , here is ideal for relax , this hotel's owner Who is ? A mafia May be ? Or a woman nun ? 😄😝
barbosa cities te acheiiiii
🖤🤍
Perfect!!
What game is this from?
Mafia
Indonesia.
My be in here.
2 am
News typer start
For what?
Obey the rule.
just beautiful!! Congrat !!
More like L.A. Noire.
Souza matela.
I was dreaming when i got my nick name.
And for standart quality for FIFA on grasses football.
Prety name rights...
Is this looped?
@@auggiemarsh8682 only the music is looped, to give it more of a real time feel.
It was a cold rainy night in autumn.. .the streets were empty apart from a few taxi cabs and drunks and the occasional cop on his beat. The neon lights of sin city glowed ominously inside the window of my office. I sat in silence with a glass of bourbon in one hand and cigarette in the other. Waiting patiently in front of my phone awaiting a call from my client. A blonde(always a blonde eh?) Femme fatal type dame who had a dime to drop on a local crime boss. Very dangerous thing and stupid, but she had her reasons. This mobster was a ex of hers who ran off with some other Dame and ditched her. You know what they say about a woman's scorn after all..... she was plenty mad. Mad enough to risk her life to rat out her former lover.
III VI IX
Facebook.
It pass away at my office. Only one person try to kill me!. And so what i make mistake not to be polite to them.
I cant sell my android as my convession.
Just...just let get it on.
For everything.
Frank Lyoid Wright