Swinging Dick's Saloon, the kind of dive that has way better beers on tap than a hole in the wall like it should have.
Like this one
It's the kind of place that doesn't have to say it's a dive bar because everyone knows just by looking at the place. Also, any bar that advertises itself as a dive bar is not a dive bar.
This is not Swinging Dicks Saloon
It's the kind of place where the owner (Dick though he tells people to call him, Richard) is often the drunkest guy in the place, though sometimes he drinks in the bar down the street because the barmaids are hotter.
This is not Dick but he is a regular
It's the kind of place where the barmaids wear skimpy outfits even when they shouldn't.
They do wear more than her but not much more
It's the kind of place where the bartender never remembers what your drink of choice is but he believes he does.
Not my drink of choice but still pretty good
They have live bands on the weekends and occasionally they're ev…
It's that time again. Time for the best five books of 2018. Well, the best five indie pulp fiction books, Okay, maybe not the best, but the best we read. We've included links so you can find out for yourself just how right we are.
Both the Dark Lord Satan and Dark Lord Stan agree.
In no particular order our favorite books from 2018:
Know Me From Smoke - Matt Phillips - Fahrenheit 13 This one is old school noir done right. The dialog cuts and so do the knives. Convicted killer Royal Atkins finds himself back on the streets and in a relationship with Stella Radney, a singer* whose husband was a victim of Royal's. What could go wrong? Well, a lot, a whole hell of a lot. Find some trouble here
Scapegoat - Adam Howe and James Newman - Honey Badger Press A non-stop bit of wrong place and wrong time backwoods horror filled with dark humor, religious fanatics, violence, gore, bizarre rituals, and 80's metal.Three old friends and former bandmates from their hair metal days* along…
Chapter 1 - Ashley and Bandsaw Bobby “Remember what we talked about honey, don’t look into his eyes. The eyes will fool you and make you think he’s a human being like you and me, but he’s not. Aim for his chest and then squeeze the trigger, just like we did at the range.” Ashley nodded and help out her hand. Her father passed her the unloaded Glock 17 and then a magazine full of nine-millimeter cartridges. “You know, you don’t have to do this,” James said to his teenage daughter. Denise gave James a harsh look, she didn’t come all the way out here to see the little brat back down. James gave her a wink and a reassuring nod.
Ashley acted like she didn’t notice the exchange between her father and his former secretary. She
tried, as always, to pretend Denise, who was closer to Ashley’s age than she was to her dads, didn’t exist. It wa…
It's podcast time. That's right 20 minutes of pulp fiction that skips the boring parts is back for your listening pleasure.
It's been a long time between seasons 3 and 4 but the wait is over. In fact, quit reading and go get the First episode. It's available on I-Tunes and Google Play too.
Look for great flash fiction from the likes of Tom Pitts, Beau Johnson, Bill Baber, Todd Morr and more plus a serialized version of Todd Morr's New Mexico Institute of Re-Animation (there is a reason we call it an Old School Radio Serial Podcast).
Pick up a copy and read along!
We're going to sneak in a mention of the #IndieCrimeCrawl starting July 15th and going all week. We will be participating by offering great deals all week, some of which will only be mentioned on the podcast. That's right tune in for a special podcast deal announcement. Episode 2 should be dropping Tuesday so you know what to do.
If you are wondering what new stuff we are going to debut for the cri…