The website of the greatest pulp fiction writer who ever lived
Hack went to brunch with a group of people when he heard his friend Eddie discussing his recipe for sweet tea. But since Hack is almost completely deaf now, the only words he clearly caught were “Southern Sweet Teabags,” and, Hack being Hack, assumed Eddie was discussing a deviant sexual activity. By the time the confusion was straightened out, Hack had this book entirely written in is head.
Happy heavenly birthday to the great Edmund Gwenn!
Hack was so thrilled with how well Catfight turned out that he immediately went to work on this sequel. It was one of the rare times where he was right; it’s pretty awesome.
Happy heavenly birthday to the great Mickey Rooney!
Happy Proposal Day!
Happy Batman Day!
This post is a result of my concern and depression over the shaky state of our constitutional rights in today’s political climate using the established clichés of pulp fiction art. It is not and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of political violence against any side, which I find personally abhorrent.
And the mere fact that I had to call that out so blatantly makes me more depressed than ever.
