
When Hack heard that his cover artist Jonny M. went to San Antonio, Texas, and visited the Alamo, he was inspired to write this novel. It’s about as historically accurate as most other retellings of what happened there.

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When Hack heard that his cover artist Jonny M. went to San Antonio, Texas, and visited the Alamo, he was inspired to write this novel. It’s about as historically accurate as most other retellings of what happened there.


Happy Drive-in Movie Day! Hack apologizes for nothing.

Hack went to dinner with a platonic female friend who made the mistake of wearing a low-cut tank top, and Hack realized that he had been unknowingly staring at her cleavage while they talked. He couldn’t pin down how long his eyes were glued to her chest, but he figured it was somewhere between fifteen seconds and forty-five minutes, so he immediately went home and wrote this novel about how all men lose their rational mind at the glimpse of even the outline of a female mammary gland.
I’ll say this for the book; it’s medically accurate.

Happy Dare Day!

Happy National Photography Month!

Hack got a huge thrill when a professor of classical theater dropped by the Shakey’s Pizza where Hack works as a night janitor and when he told the Ph.D. about the plot of this novel, the learned man responded that it was “a concept of Aeschylean density.”
Hack didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wrote it in honor of National Masturbation Day.

Happy heavenly birthday to Sir Christopher Lee!

Happy Towel Day!


Happy Sherlock Holmes Day!