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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Assisted Murder: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Assisted Murder: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Assisted Murder: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Assisted Murder: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    By John Leister

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    New York City.  1976.

     

    Lee is hired to investigate the Golden Years Rest Home, after a resident dies from what

    appears to be criminal negligence.

    And what is the secret of the Logan's Run Manifesto?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Leister
    Release dateMar 16, 2024
    ISBN9798224818334
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Assisted Murder: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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      Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Assisted Murder - John Leister

      New York City.  1976.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Rocky?  Do you believe in the American Dream?

      Yeah. 

      So did I.  Still do.

      America!  Fuck yeah!

      Before 1976, Sylvester Stallone was hardly a well-known name.

      He was a young New York actor who lived in a hotel room that was so small, he could open his bedroom door and bathroom door, without having to leave his bed.

      After watching a string of bad movies, he decided to try writing.

      He thought, I think I can do this.  Maybe even better.

      Those are the very finest thoughts a human being can have.

      He wrote a screenplay called Rocky, about a part-time loans collector for a gangster who allowed his dream of becoming Heavyweight Champion of the World to founder.

      One day, opportunity comes a-knockin.’

      Man oh man!

      Going to movies in the 1970s was a very different experience compared to now.

      I don’t mean to romanticize my youth, but it was a more sublime and communal experience.

      We are gathered here today to celebrate a break from that soul-crushing world called reality.

      There were no commercials back then.

      Maybe one or two teaser trailers, a cartoon, maybe Tom and Jerry; and then, the feature presentation.

      If you talked during the movie, an usher asked you to leave.  Nobody looked at their phones, because they didn’t exist back then.  Don’t get me wrong, Dear Reader.  I’m seventy-three, as I write this, SPOILER WARNING, still alive, against all odds; and I look at my phone just as much as any millennial does.

      But I’m sure grateful that I grew up in an age when none of this glorious technology that consumes so much of our lives, existed.

      I like to think of it as the best of both worlds.

      The big fight at the end had everybody in the audience of their feet, clapping and cheering, as though they were watching it live at Madison Square Garden.

      I remember sitting in the back row, thinking that Rocky was going to die, because movies back then often had downbeat endings.

      A lot of filmmakers from that era were unhappy.

      Misery loves company.

      Man, does it ever!

      I went to Rocky, thinking that it was

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