Out of the Gutter

I've a soft spot for crime fiction of all types, and the hard boiled in particular.

Sure, you've got the hero's journey, but in the hard boiled tradition that journey is up the back side of a dark alley reeking of cat piss and stale puke. The shining light at the end of said journey is at best a street lamp, and all you win is a chance to do it all again.

Kinda like life.

Out of the gutter magazine