Category Archives: Dick Lovely

     I scream in utter agony. My sweat-soaked body shudders and I strain at the ropes that hold me in the chair. The big Chinaman with the eyepatch is pushing the tiny shards of needle-sharp bamboo under four of my fingernails. I haven’t been in this much pain ever, even … Continue reading →

     Mort Jackson didn’t think of himself as a bad man. Oh, he did some bad things for dough these days but didn’t lots of guys? The half-naked girl laying on the kitchen table, stirred.     She moaned and he … Continue reading →

    I roll over on to my belly. All of a sudden, I’m awake. Something isn’t right and isn’t because I have to pee. I lift my head to get some bearings. I’m in the dame’s bed, she’s in a pile beside me, snoring. I try to lay my head back down … Continue reading →

    The blackjack caught Big Al in the kidneys, real hard. He went down on to his hands and knees with an agonizing grunt. I moved in behind the big man and kicked him squarely between the legs, like I was punting on 4th down. … Continue reading →

Bamboo Chopsticks Restaurant, Toledo, Ohio – 1954      I tried desperately to swallow a forkful of Hau Long’s so-called, ‘Special’. There was nothing special about it. The Koreans had made better slop out of dog, during the war. I knew most old opium smokers … Continue reading →

    It’s a ’50 Buick Super Riviera hardtop with fat whitewalls. It has a Fireball straight-eight with a smooth Dynaflow transmission and I baby every square, red inch of it. I love the waterfall of chrome teeth in the grill and the low ride of it. Cars and dames. They’re connected somehow. I like how … Continue reading →

    It’s damn hot. I can’t look at the stinking corpse of Saul Blatter anymore. Maggots are crawling out of Saul’s dead, open eyes. Maggots, for gods sakes!      I’m squatting four feet away, having  just thrown up. I take my freshly lit … Continue reading →

    I like Suzy LeBlanc alright. Almost as much as I like burnt toast. Oh, I’ll eat a piece when I’m hungry enough— if that’s all I can get on my plate. She seems to be sitting on my plate now. Of course, I’m acutely aware that the five bourbons are helping my … Continue reading →