When I started to find my footing with crime fiction, I gravitated to the style that inspired me. The hard-boiled pulp stories that I fell in love with as a kid, the exaggerated bullshit I heard from phonies and legit hard asses growing up, and random nonsense I caught from the world around me. Low … Continue reading With Pulp

Ok then. It's some how, some way De-fucking-cember. Fuuuuuck. 9 months in exile for a lot of us. We've been separated from friends and family. Maybe we've done the socially distant thing; maybe we haven't. It's sucked on a lot of levels and I honestly do miss seeing people I love. So when this all … Continue reading Control