"Being Burns Bannion was bad enough, but being a would-be private eye named Burns Bannion, abbreviated, made me B.B. Now, while I don't in the least resemble Bardot, I like to think I don't exactly resemble Bugs Bunny either, so I didn't exactly cotton to the idea of a well-stacked, slant-eyed broad screaming 'B.B!' clear across the inner regions of the smoke-filled Ginza combination bar and night-o crubo called 'The Lower Depths'. In fact, the Oriental doll startled me so much that before I knew I had blinked my eyes, shaken my head involuntarily, and gotten up out of my seat. The doll with the tiger-slit eyes was on me in a flash. I sat down and listened."
1962.