
Hack lives in Los Angeles and he couldn’t help but notice that the detective stories that he loves from the 1940s set in the City of Angels always have the hero dressed in heavy layers when the temperature in inevitably between 90-110°.
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Hack lives in Los Angeles and he couldn’t help but notice that the detective stories that he loves from the 1940s set in the City of Angels always have the hero dressed in heavy layers when the temperature in inevitably between 90-110°.


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Happy birthday to Al Pacino!

Happy birthday to Barbra Streisand!

Happy heavenly birthday to the immortal William Shakespeare!

Happy birthday to the great Jack Nicholson!!!



It’s National High Five Day, which prompted Hack’s cover artist Jonny M. to reminisce about a coworker he had at an old job named Nicole. Nicole was the ideal colleague in every conceivable way except that whenever there was a cause to celebrate in the office, she would reward everybody at arms length with the hardest goddamned high five that anyone’s every given you. They came on at the velocity of a speeding locomotive and sounded like a rifle shot when they met their target, sending your hand into sudden shock that would then quickly devolve into an intense throbbing pain that would stay with you for days.
Hack is always delighted at the notion of Jonny experiencing any type of suffering (physical, emotional or otherwise), so he cranked out this novel to immortalize it.