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Post by Isapop on Jan 2, 2021 16:39:23 GMT
Easy one-- I made a living as a detective for awhile, then I hooked up with a rich dame and basically lived off her money for years. We had what looked like a happy marriage, but I have to admit I had kind of a drinking problem and got her hooked on the stuff, too, and we began to realize the whole relationship was based on our codependency. After we eased up on the binges, we went our separate ways--last I heard, she'd moved to the suburbs and married some guy and had about a dozen kids or something. I eventually married again, this time to a religious woman who was always trying to convert me. We had a couple of kids, but when World War II broke out, I decided to join the Navy to do my duty (and get away from the wife's nagging). I was really too old for the military, even though I lied about my age (I told them it was the drinking that prematurely aged me); I ended up assigned to some cargo ship in the Pacific. I had kind of a drinking problem and got her hooked on the stuff, too... I ended up assigned to some cargo ship in the Pacific.
That was sort of screaming Jack Lemmon at me. But the rest didn't fit. Then I realized....William Powell. (The Myrna Loy "dozen kids" route helped.)
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