Is there anyone today who can compare to the immortal Mickey Spillane?
"It was one of those nights when the sky came down and wrapped itself around the world. The rain clawed at windows of the bar like an angry cat and tried to sneak in every time some drunk lurched in the door. The place reeked of stale beer and soggy men with enough cheap perfume thrown in to make you sick." --First lines of The Big Kill, 1951