Let’s face it: a book cover is a seduction. No one knew this better than the pulp fiction publishers of the 1940s and ’50s, their covers all gussied up with lurid colors, barely clad women, big black guns, and promises of what was between the covers. But what’s a seduction without a good pickup line?…
So there I sat, at the stick in my latest hangout, The End of Times, having another Scotch on the rocks. The guy on the stool next to mine reminded me of Orson Wells during his “We will sell no wine before its time” Paul Masson phase. For some reason, this guy kept looking over…
Don't miss Part 2 and Part 3. Shots in the night. No, not the usual kind, the ones that come from a .38. I’m talkin’ the other kind: straight shots of J.D. There I sat, in the best place in the city to wet your beak. My usual stool was the last one, at the far…
