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Vintage Pulp - Saucy Romantic Adventures (June1936)

Art by Norman Saunders

Fiction Magazines

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This is Hugh B. Cave’s first hardcover collection, Murgunstrumm and Others (1978). It won him a World Fantasy Award! Cave is sort of overlooked, a hugely prolific writer that got started in the pulp era. I am not real familiar with his work beyond this collection, which is…extremely effective? Cave isn’t particularly original, he’s pretty much putting his own spin on standard supernatural pulp tropes. But what a spin! This guy could write and maintain painfully taut atmosphere, Nearly every story has a disjointed, nightmarish quality.

Lee Brown Coye, a mainstay illustrator of Arkham House books, provides all the fantastically moody art. His famous sticks are here in large numbers. My understanding is that this was his last completed work before a debilitating stroke, but you wouldn’t know he was in decline judging from the work — it’s as crisp and clean and haunting as anything else in his career.

The book was published by Carcosa, an imprint run by David Drake and Karl Edward Wagner. Its one of only four books they put out (the others are an E. Hoffman Price collection and two Manly Wade Wellman collections). I wish they kept at it, they made lovely books!

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WWX Tag Team Title Fourth Fall

Startling Detective July 1936

The Public Enemy and Night Club Suppression by Matt Leach

Editorial by a police captain taking the bold position that we should do something about crime.

Spicy Western Stories July 1937

Feud's End by E. Hoffman Price

Something something cattle rustling something. Had problems following this one, but there was a shootout during a stampede, with piles of writhing wounded cattle providing cover, that could have been something.

Spicy Western takes the fall, bringing each title to two falls each.

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Never Again, and Never By Choice - Chainshipping

okay!! two days into july and I'm posting the fic that was supposed to come out in June but didn't bc I also happened to learn how to make hexagon cardigans in june and that pretty much mostly swallowed me whole. I'm taking a break from crocheting, however, until I can find a job and buy loads of yarn ahead of needing to make people christmas gifts and the like, so hopefully this month will genuinely be productive.

Fic type - this is a balance between fluff and hurt/comfort that tilts more in the

Warnings - there are a few mentions of sex and sex related things! Enough are in the fic for me to say that this fic is for an audience of 18+, minors do not interact! Some of (most, if not all) occur in tandem with references to weed, and a lot of the fic deals with weed use, including using weed to self medicate for things like anxiety. There are also depictions of PTSD symptoms and some are talked about in depth or mentioned a few times, like Adams fear of the water being so bad that he can't get himself to shower unless he follows a hyperspecific routine. Adam is v e r y knowledgable about the things he uses to self medicate so there are some specifics about the weed type he usually smokes, and this differs from canon in that gabriela doesn't die and john is at least alive until 2006-ish. strahm also survives, as does lynn, mark, and amanda.

When Amanda rescues Adam from the trap, the initial feelings are confusion and anger. He'd not known it was her until the memory hit him a weeks out from his time in the hospital, and by then, the confusion and the anger had shifted into resentment. Not particularly at his circumstances or at her, but at John Kramer, at life as a whole.

They're stupid things to be angry about, even if one is entirely justified. How he manages to be pissed off at life, at the world, over the actions of another person, mystifies him for a long time.

He keeps his anger at John under wraps even after he's agreed to become one of Johns apprentices, one of Jigsaws disciples. It's boiling, it'll burn you if you touch it and it'll scald you if you dare even think about getting too close, but he lets it dull into a simmer as the years go by.

His anger, his spite, and the money John provides him for the photos he takes are enough to make him let his anger turn into something less than it was initially, and in late December, when he finds himself reeling after taking a photo of a headless body in Mexico, he wonders why he does it.

There's, of course, the obvious answer--each job he does gets him around $500, and the most recent of the lot came for double the price plus the remainder of the cost of Gabrielas plane ticket. The condition was, Adam flew down to Mexico and first talked to Gabriela, tried to convince her to join their mission. When it'd worked, Adam bought her the last available ticket on his flight back to Jersey and was met with $1000 wired to an offshore bank account that Adam would transfer directly to his regular bank a day or two after once again arriving on Jerseys shores.

All in all, taking a few photos and dropping them at the local police station while wearing nondescript clothes, not speaking a word, and shrinking in on himself in a way that made him look like your average Joe to the cameras that were undoubtedly watching had yielded just barely more than $1100.

Thanks to a couple extra sets of hands--namely, Detective Mark Hoffman, Agent Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Lynn Denlon, and Lawrence fucking Gordon himself--things were quick, and Adam was making a decent amount of money by doing the jobs John had given him every week-ish, if not every three or four days.

John chose the people, Amanda, and Hoffman abducted them, Lynn and Strahm set up the traps, and Lawrence handled the medical side of said traps. Gabriela had started with helping setting traps up initially but had since been the one who recorded the casette tapes of that stupid fucking puppet, and Adam had been the one who took the photos from the beginning.

All in all, Adam didn't totally hate his role in it--it meant, while he'd occasionally brush hairs with Amanda, Hoffman, Strahm or Lynn, he'd never really seen or talked with Lawrence.

He misses Lawrence like hell, if he's being honest with himself, but--it's better they don't talk.

Not until at least a bit of time has passed, even though Adam is a little miffed at the idea of reaching out to Lawrence on the anniversary of one tragedy to be like "hey, old friend! Remember when we spent nine hours in a bathroom together, right before you sawed off your own foot and crawled away, leaving me for dead? Amanda stole my shirt from evidence and even though I've washed it, the bloody handprint you left stained the shirt and I entirely lack the heart to put some peroxide or bleach to an otherwise perfectly good piece of clothing." Which would, in the process, be a direct reminder of another.

He doesn't see Lawrence, and he only acknowledges that he misses him on the nights he chooses to be honest with himself or the days wherein he chooses the same.

Adam just--he does what John needs him to do. He takes the money John gives him after a job, makes sure he has enough to make the rent of the crappy apartment he lives in, and he makes sure he has groceries that will feed him and keep him full.

Gabriela occasionally tags along on the jobs, and all that to say brings him to the very beginning of September 2005. It's the first day of the month, Gabriela has decided to tag along because she's finished setting up the traps for the insurance broker they're going to put through the ringer after the traps have been tested a few times, and she's keeping Adam company because she's one of the four or five people he talks to in his day-to-day, and she's apparently worried.

She's talking about how Lynn needed her to help because Strahm had been busy with Mark cleaning up the messes that they, as the apprentices, left behind. Adam is zoning in and out as he snaps one photo after the next, all of which pertain to the crime scene and all of which will be dropped off at the nearest police precinct once they've developed fully.

He knows he has to visit John today, too--John wants to have a chat, apparently. He's having these little chats with everyone, which is something Adam picks up from Gabriela at a point in their interactions when he's zoned in. He'd started with Amanda, then went to Lawrence, then to Strahm and Lynn and then to Gabriela. She'd joked he was saving the best for last and skipping the worst, like a parent refusing to acknowledge the child they'd silently disowned.

It's when she brings up Lawrence that he brightens up like a goddamned Christmas tree--his ears and cheeks go lightly pink with embarrassment as soon as he's registered the way that his head snaps up when his name falls off her lips.

"Amanda and Lynn were talking about it," she says when she notices his face. "Lynn joked that the two of you needed couples therapy. You two haven't talked since Lawrence left you, and--Amanda thinks it's killing you piece by piece. She's right, isn't she?"

Gabriela is only ten months younger than he is, and while he appreciates having an apprentice in their little group who's about as close in age to him as she can get, it's not always the best thing for his mental health.

"You too?" He asks. "And I thought hearing it from Amanda, Lynn, Hoffman, and Strahm every other damn day was bad enough. Now you're in on it?"

He takes the last photo and pivots on his feet, heading for the exit as Gabriela laughs.

"You two do have something weird going on," she says.

"How can we?" Adam rebuts. "It's been four years, almost, and we haven't spoken at all."

"Thats what it is," Gabriela responds. "It's that--you care about him, clearly, or at least enough to think of him once every week. Lawrence, though, he does care, too. He's apparently more vocal about his caring than you are, but Amanda says he's always been the more open type. She says he's "less apt to have reservations about the people he works with, and he lets his feelings just exist in the open.""

Adam laughs. "That sounds nothing like him," he wonders, for a minute, if he really has the authority to say something like that. He hasn't talked to Lawrence in four years just about, even if he has thought about him multiple times a day, every single day, since they last spoke.

"Well--Amanda wanted me to tell you his new phone number is in the phone book," she says. "If you wanna give him a call, maybe give him a few minutes of your time to ease both your mind and his."

Adam shakes his head. "You headin' back around to your hotel? I gotta pay John a visit and then get these photos printed and developed. How much longer til you get to head back to your place?"

"The hotel stay is for the next two days, while they clear the infestation out of the units. I'm gonna grab some food and then go to the hotel, all this walking has made me hungry."

Adam snorts. "You need a ride? Your hotel is like, ten minutes east of Johns place."

She shakes her head, but hugs him anyway. "Thank you," she says. "But I'm gonna walk the way to the restaurant, build up more of an appetite and then get something good for supper."

He hugs her back, lets himself acknowledge just how much he's needed her friendship these past few years. She's kept him sane for a good bit, and without her, he's half sure he'd have killed himself by now.

They go their separate ways, Adam going to his car and heading to Johns while Gabriela went to grab food and then go home.

Johns place is also, coincidentally, Amandas place. He's living in her apartment and she's taking care of him in the last of his days. Adam suspects Johns not got long left, and he knows that this visit could very well be their last.

John is, surprisingly, well enough to be sat up in his wheelchair. He's got a black jumper on that looks to be a few sizes too big, and what of his hair remains has gone completely white. His eyes are pale, his skin the same color, and generally, John looks like what he is, someone fast-tracking it on the highway to hell.

"I thought it important to have you here to discuss this arrangement," John says. He invites Adam further into the room--he's leaned against the door, while John is sat by his desk and in front of the window, curtains open to a surprisingly sunny day while Jersey rides out the coattails of summer.

Adam steps in, walking until he can sit in the desk chair to Johns left. John tells him to do so, and he does.

"You and I have an arrangement that allows you to be given a certain amount of money for every job you do," he says. "If you weren't lying to me when you told me the time you'd handle doing said job today, you should've just arrived from having finished up there. I have arranged through the correct, most trusted of my channels to ensure that our arrangement can continue for half a decade, at minimum, after my passing, on one condition."

Adam has the decency to fight his grimace, even though he loses.

"Don't worry, Adam," he says. "It doesn't mean you'll be getting any more involved with things than you already are. It, actually, pertains to your trap-mate, Lawrence Gordon."

Adam shakes his head. "Whatever it is, I can always find something different to do other than what I've been doing."

"Adam, I'm not asking for much," John says in that diplomatic tone that used to make Adam punch-a-hole-in-the-wall type angry. It's eased into a scream-into-a-forest level anger, though not by too much as the years have passed them both by. "Just--call him. It's been four years since, almost. Amanda and I have tried time and time again, but he's convinced we're as deluded as he is. He thinks you're dead."

"Almost was," Adam says before he can stop himself. "I mean--could you not have sent Amanda in before I'd been stuck in the dark for a week?"

"We're all entitled to our mistakes from time to time," John shrugs. Adam has the brain to hate that remark--people who've dared make mistakes in his line of sight, even ones so minimal as smoking a cigarette while leaned against an alley wall, have died or been severely maimed for it, but John gives himself the courtesy to make a mistake like it's nothing. Typical. "Call him. I have no method of verifying that you'll have called by the end of my life, but if you lie to Amanda, she'll know and she'll tell me you lied to her."

Adam purses his lips. Of course Amanda would know he's not the greatest liar.

"I'll call," Adam resents how quick he is to give in, but he needs the money. That money has his rent paid off in full within the first two weeks of the month because of how frequently traps are coming and going, how many new victims John has within a week despite only having maybe a hundred survivors in total, less than 1/3rd of that group willing to tell their tales.

John smiles knowingly. "I know you will," he says. "Have you yet moved out of your apartment? The one with the cockroaches?"

Adam sighs. "Workin' on that," he says. "My buddys gonna let me sublet his place starting on the one year anniversary of the trap, he's moving down to LA so that he can try to legitimise his band or something like that--I'm assuming I won't be put back in chains for admitting I hadn't really listened when he offered to sublet his 1000 a month apartment for less than half the cost."

John shakes his head. "You have a good rest of your day, Adam," he says. "The payment for todays job will get to you by the end of this week."

Adam gets up, leaves the apartment and drives back home. One part of him wants to shower the odd feeling off of himself as he gets into his car, but he knows he can't do that without having a breakdown. It's been four fucking years of not being able to do it without losing his mind, why would it be any different that time around?

--

A few days later, the night before the four year anniversary of their trap, Adam calls. Lawrence picks up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hey," Adam greets tiredly. It's seven and he's prepping a bowl so that he can smoke, jerk off til the memories blur and it's Lawrence he's thinking about, then eat half of the oreos in the sleeve he'd picked up from the convenience and conk out at around 10:30 only to wake up, still high but reeling from a nightmare at around two in the morning. "Uh--this is Adam Stanheight. I found your number in the phone book."

"Adam," Lawrences voice sounds relieved. Incredibly so. "Hi. It's been a bit."

"Four years, thereabouts," he says. "Look--I was thinking, maybe we could grab dinner or something? I've gotta move into my new place tomorrow and get that stuff sorted, but if you want, there's a couple good spots around ten minutes out from it by foot."

"Yeah," Lawrence nods. "Tomorrow works--give me a place and I'll meet you there for eight?"

"I was thinking Lilahs--it's a great, sit-down style restaurant that has deals on most of their menu all the time. My mom knows the owner and I've eaten there a few times, it's really good food. I dunno if you drive, but I can pick you up if you need me to."

"I drive," Lawrence says. "Lilahs?"

"Lilahs Diner," Adam nods. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, at eight?"

"You most certainly will."

Adam licks his lips, finishes prepping his bowl and scrounges around his jeans pocket until he finds the lighter as he waits for Lawrence to speak again.

"Adam, are you still there?"

"Don't tell me you've got more to say?" He wants Lawrence to have more to say, but the sarcasm is easier than not these days. "Go ahead, if you do. Spit it out."

Lawrence laughs, and Adam swallows thickly--it sounds like it comes out easy, like he's laughed so much and found so much joy in things since their trap that none of it is difficult for him anymore.

"It just--it's really good to hear your voice, is all. I've missed it, and I've missed you."

"Damn you, Lawrence," he laughs dryly. "It's seven o'clock on a Saturday night and I'm trying to prep a bowl, but you and your sentimental ass are gonna make me cry where I stand in this kitchen."

"Well, I can't help it," Lawrence answers simply. "I'm a sentimental ass from time to time. Are you helping John still? I hear whispers about it from Amanda on occasion."

Adam snorts. "Yeah, lets not talk about that on the phone. I'll have to smoke two bowls if we do, and even though I'm going to have to smoke two anyway, I'd really rather space them out by at least six hours so that I have time for the first high to wear off."

Lawrence laughs again. Adam has a terrifying moment, a terrifying thought, that he could drown in the sound of it and die happily in the process.

"All right," Lawrence says. "Tomorrow night. Lilahs Diner. Eight on the dot."

Adam nods. "Tomorrow night, Lilahs, eight," he says. "Goodbye, Lawrence."

He hangs up before Lawrence has the chance to respond, grabs his bowl and his lighter and heads out onto his fire escape.

He smokes, jerks off until the memories blur and all he can think about is how Lawrences hands would feel draped against his hips, holding them loosely, and falls asleep for half past midnight, after he's eaten the entire oreo sleeve and somehow managed to cook a frozen pizza successfully and subsequently, eaten it in it's entirety.

-

For the first time in four years, Adam wakes up after getting eight hours of sleep, which does mean eight hours of nightmares, but he decides he's fine with it as he brushes his teeth, narrowly avoiding getting his hands wet because the fear of water is at it's worst when he's fresh off of a night like that one.

He spends his morning getting what little of his life he didn't donate or take to the dump into his car, putting the total of four boxes and two heavy weight garbage bags worth of clothes into the backseat of his car and the trunk.

His mother gives him the couch his father had hated and Scotts left behind a tv, coffee table, rocking chair and all of his bedroom furniture because they weren't his taste, so all Adam has to do is change the sheets on the mattress to his own and wash and donate the other ones.

All in all, Adam is getting way more than he deserves out of that apartment even though he knows Scott probably thinks he'll sell most of it. He has no plans to sell most of it, though, and it's a hell of a lot more than he'd thought he'd be getting for a two bedroom priced at $350 a month.

He runs his only decent pair of black jeans and an appropriately casual button down through the wash once he figures out how the washer works, spends most of his day outside of that tidying up, unpacking the four boxes he'd brought along and making lists of things to grab in the coming weeks.

The list is mostly menial stuff--a few new pots and pans because the last set he'd owned had been older than he was, a few more mugs to compensate for just how lonely the Nespresso Scott had left behind looked sitting on the counter, some new bedding and a few books to fill up the bookshelves Scott had left either half empty or completely bare bones.

Come half-six, Adam goes through the motions of showering--it's a whole step-by-step process he's created over the years, a tried and true method that's been perfected as the time has gone on, though not always successful in the avoiding-a-breakdown part. He's out of the shower for around 7:20, spends the next twenty minutes taking a 1mg edible and waiting for it to kick in.

One milligram is so menial that it almost does nothing, except it does have it's pros--it takes just enough of the edge off for Adam to not loathe social interaction and for him to feel comfortable enough in his skin to not want to crawl out of it at the smallest inconvenience.

It takes the edge off in a way that makes him certain he'll be as close to normal as he was five years beforehand, a little standoffish and more than a little sarcastic, but well meaning and well mannered enough considering his traumas.

He leaves the house at 7:45 and is at Lilahs with five minutes still to spare.

Lilahs is exactly what it sounds like--a family owned, sit-down style restaurant. It caters to the lower-budget families and individuals in the broader Jersey area, and it's been Adams favorite spot to eat since it initially opened when he was sixteen.

It's got a rustic kind of feel to it--the hardwood flooring has been washed to a dark but-not-yet-black kind of brown colour, and the tables and seats match. There's local artwork hung up on the walls, a jukebox that feels so nineties it hurts and has exclusively 90s country and rock to match, and a bar at the back with a smiling bartender behind it.

Adam has a second where he remembers the last happy memory he has with his mother, her taking him to eat dinner there the night before he was kicked out by his father at seventeen.

The memory is quickly soured by the bitterness he'd felt the next day, grabbing everything he could fit into his backpack while his father screamed at him and his mother stood by his door, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. His father was a shit person, but his mother wasn't the greatest either, even if it's tough to remember as much when there are more positive memories than not. He's low-contact with her now too, something he's only been able to find peace with since she told him of her divorcing her father and mellowing out of her bitterness at him in the past little while.

Everything changes when he spots Lawrence, though--he's sat in a booth near the back, and he looks so good that Adam bounce\s between gobsmacked and jealous like he's sitting on alternating ends of a see-saw depending on the second.

His hair, though less blonde, has grown out just enough to be attractive to a point where Adam, dimly, feels woozy. He's cleaned up good--no stubble lines his face, though Adam knows he'd still be able to pull it off some-fucking-how, and he's dressed as close to casual as a person like him can get.

He's wearing a white button down with the top few buttons unbuttoned just enough to let his neck breathe, and the sleeves have been rolled up relaxedly to his elbows. He hasn't seen Adam yet, and Adam takes in what appears to be a mostly peaceful expression.

Adam makes his way over and slides into the seat across from him, smiling gently. "Hi," he greets.

Lawrences face breaks out into a grin. Adam wishes he'd agreed to meet with Lawrence four years earlier.

"Hello," he greets. "Been a while."

Adam nods. "Too long," he doesn't mean to say it, but it slips out, and fuck it if it isn't how he feels. "I'm sorry--I wanted to reach out, and I've been wanting to reach out for the last four years, but it was just too much. I couldn't deal with it at first. I still have trouble dealing with it."

There's the edible--making him a bit honest, a bit more willing to open up. He knows Lawrence won't pry too much, but is scared that, if he does, Adam will soften up like butter and say everything on his mind. The good, the bad, and the ugly all the same.

Lawrence shakes his head. "You don't owe me an apology," he says. "But--Amanda told me how long you'd been left to rot for, and I'm sorry about that. Nobody should ever be left in the dark that long." It was a week, but it'd felt like a year.

"You didn't leave me in the dark," Adam responds. "John did that, and he pays me so I think he's exempt from feeling guilt-- he probably thinks he is, too."

It makes Lawrence laugh, and Adams heart flutters in a way he chooses to ignore.

"So how've you been?" Adam asks, finally getting to a question that's at least a little easier to answer, a topic that doesn't hurt nearly as much to talk about.

"I've been good," Lawrence responds. "Things have been finalized for a bit, and I see my daughter two weekends a month and on holidays. I've had time to sort my shit out, start in therapy, and I like where things are in my life. You?"

Adam blinks--the last four years of his life have been shit.

"I've--it's--damn it, Lawrence," he laughs. "You sound so put together compared to me. I hit thirty next month and still, my life is shit. I just moved into a new apartment and therapy hasn't even been on my radar because I don't have insurance."

"I've been doing EMDR," Lawrence says. "It's designed to help you recover from trauma, and--I hate to say it because I was skeptical at first, but it's been a really big help."

Adam nods. "I'll keep that option on my radar," he says.

It's at this point that a waitress comes around, passes them menus and brings their odd small talk to a halt.

There comes a point, while they're looking at the menus, wherein Adam starts up with something sarcastic about John. In the end, he's glad for it because making the remark is like breaking a dam and watching the floodgates open, because that's all it takes for them to be like they were in the bathroom--Adam being sarcastic and Lawrence responding in kin.

The rest of the dinner follows that same formula. Adam is quick to settle into an almost abrasive kind of sarcasm and Lawrence is quick to respond in a way that makes Adams heart damn near rise out of his chest.

They're done with dinner at half past nine, and Lawrence offers to drive Adam home but Adam declines, wants to walk himself home so that he can conk out without thinking too much about Lawrence or how the dinner had gone.

And that he does--he gets home for quarter to ten, is out by ten thirty thanks to the edible finally doing what it does best.

-

A few days go by, and suddenly, it's the end of the week. Lawrence is spending the night at Adams because Adam has convinced him to smoke a joint with him, and Adam is thrilled by the prospect of seeing Lawrence stoned out of his mind.

"These joints are indica dominant," Adam explains. "They'll make you tired--they're like a superpowered melatonin, almost, if melatonin got you so stoned that you genuinely stopped believing time was real. These bad boys help me with nightmares more often than sativa. I'm not usually one for joints, but I figure this is either your first time ever indulging in weed or your first time in more than a decade, so joints would be easiest."

Lawrence smiles in a way that Adam can tell indicates Lawrence didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable about his self medication of choice, and the notion almost makes him laugh.

"A joint also takes longer to smoke, and edibles are torturous if getting high right out the gate is your game," Adam continues. "Edibles take anywhere from fifteen minutes to half an hour before they've kicked in, and I hate the waiting game unless i'm walking somewhere or have something to do. It makes me antsy, and then when the high does hit it doesn't flow naturally. For me, taking an edible without having something to do between here and there is one of the most frustrating things I've ever dealt with because the high just--it smacks me across the face when I've got nothing to do, nowhere to go, and am just sitting in front of my TV waiting."

Lawrence says nothing. Adam continues rolling the joint and rambles all the while.

"Joints, though? I don't really find they hit while I'm smoking 'em, but the second I step off the fire escape and come inside, they hit me whip quick. Bowls tend to have the same effect, but unlike bowls, joints keep me asleep longer. I haven't gotten a full eight hours of sleep without a full eight hours of nightmares in four years, but with a joint, I can sometimes nab eight hours and get two without nightmares when I get lucky."

They head out onto the fire escape, and Adam takes the first puff for the sake of mercy. When Lawrence takes the second, he coughs. Adam laughs, rubs his back and moves to sit with his back leaned against the rickety railing, across from Lawrence, who sits with his back leaned against the window that leads to the fire escape.

"Coughing happens," he says. "And the burn in your throat sucks, but I'll get you some water once we've smoked our way through the joint, and it'll help."

They smoke the joint in it's entirety, which ends with Adam laughing when he burns his fingers taking the last puff. However, Lawrence makes no move to go inside, just stares at the bleary mid-Septembers night sky with his mouth slightly open and his shoulders slumped.

"What's on your mind?" Adam asks.

"When John goes, do you think you're going to keep up with it?"

"I'll keep taking the photos until I either get caught or the money runs out," Adam says. "I've barely started to get my life together and I'm almost thirty, Larry. Unethical as this all might be, I've gotta pay rent for the next few years, and while I've been looking at getting my GED and going to college, college will put me so far in debt that I'm somewhat scared I won't be able to climb out of it."

"But don't you hate it?" Lawrence asks, meeting Adams gaze. His eyes meet Adams with a ferocity, the likes of which Adam has never seen in his life, but craves more of like it's one of the cigarettes he used to hold so dear. "I don't understand how you don't hate any of this."

Adam laughs before he can stop himself, crab-walks closer to Lawrence and rests his feet against Lawrences calves.

"I do," he says. "I hate John, I hate what he does and everything he's stood for since his diagnosis and quite possibly even beforehand, but--it's a job. I hated the stalking, but I still did it because I needed the money. This, for me, is no different. One payment every week-ish, I make rent in half the time it would've taken me to make it this time five years ago, and I still have money for groceries and other expenses. I hate it, but this is the first time I've lived in true comfort since I was a kid with a father that hadn't started hating me yet. I take it where I can get it, Lawrence."

"A person starved will eat anything," Lawrence says. "You've finally gotten a taste of luxury--"

"It's not luxurious by any means," Adam laughs. "Sorry to cut you off, but I've never lived like that. I went from a home with termites and a father owned by his bitterness to a variety of cockroach infested couches, then to an apartment so full of the fuckers you could hear them running through the goddamned walls. This place is the first decent place I've lived in throughout the course of my entire life, and yeah, the buddy whose subletting it to me left a lot of his shit behind, but he's an asshole without much care for me unless I can be of use to him, so it seems a fair trade to me."

Scott was his best friend for a time, had been such since elementary through to when he dropped out of high school and up until the trap. After Adam had escaped, he'd become so riddled by his trauma that it took him over, practically, for those first two years.

Scott had decided he'd not much wanted to deal with all of Adams baggage and had gone pretty low contact up until he'd decided to move, figuring Adam could use his old place after being stuck in the same apartment he'd been taken from.

It'd been one of the only things Scott had been completely and totally right about on a very short list of other victories, and Adam had been grateful for it from the get-go despite knowing his and Scotts conversations wouldn't likely be about more than the rent or random issues with the apartment he couldn't fix on his own, seeing as Scott was pretty much his landlord.

"Well--it's a nice place," Lawrence says.

"Yeah," Adam shrugs. "Back to the topic at hand, why ask? Are you not going to keep up with it? Keep doing it? I thought you'd believed in Johns mission."

Lawrence laughs. "It's complicated," he says. "I mean--the idea of it is understandable, I guess. The morals are questionable at best and despicable at worst, but I just don't know how ethical the execution is."

Adam moves further up, resting his feet against Lawrences thighs while making sure to not put his full weight on Lawrences right leg for the fear of irritating the stump one way or another.

"We get stoned and wind up talkin' about John Kramers ethics, hm? That's quite the interesting turn of events."

Lawrence shrugs. "I'm not going to have this conversation with anyone except for someone I can trust completely," his hands rest limply by Adams calves. Adam can tell by the flash of desire through Lawrences eyes that he wants to tug Adam closer.

Adam gets as close as he thinks Lawrence will be comfortable with--he sits in his lap, bends his knees and plants his feet by Lawrences hips. Lawrence seems entirely too happy to use Adams kneecaps as elbow rests, and he does.

"First off, you sayin' you trust me completely like that is--woah," Adam laughs before he can stop himself. As he laughs, he lets his arms find their resting places on Lawrences broad shoulders. "And secondly, I don't think the execution is ethical whatsoever. Matter of fact, if we're talkin' about how ethical this stuff is, it's the opposite. It's not ethical. I heard Amanda talking about putting a diabetic and a smoker in a trap last weekend. I wouldn't do that to a person just because they smoke cigarettes, but that's just me. To each their own, I guess."

Lawrence smiles. "I've been thinking about this for so long," he says. "Not--not this specifically, but just--oh my God. I've missed you a lot this past little bit."

Adam has to fight every single urge he has to kiss Lawrence. "I've wanted to reach out since I was rescued," he says. "Just couldn't. I couldn't pinpoint why for the longest time, but I realized the night I reached out, over the phone."

Lawrence nods. "I remember," he says. "When we agreed to meet for dinner."

Adam licks his lips, lets his gaze move to Lawrences.

"I realized that that day--hell, the time from the moment I woke up in that bathtub to the moment I was released from the hospital--felt like an open wound. That time of my life has felt like an open wound every single day since I left the hospital, every single day since John asked me to join his cause, and I couldn't bear messing with it. I just wanted to leave it to fester or to heal, deal with the implications until it did on it's own, but that's just not how things like this are meant to be handled," Adam says. "I'm gonna get myself into DSME--"

"EMDR," Lawrence corrects. "Eye movement desensitisation and reprocessing."

"I'm gonna look into that," Adam says. "And--I'm gonna keep doing this. Keep talking to you, keep buggin' you whenever I can because it's the only way. I can't do this recovery shit alone, and it's been four years of trying and then failing and then trying again, and I'm sick of it."

Lawrence smiles softly. Adam gives into the urge to press his forehead against Lawrences, lets his hands go to Lawrences neck.

"All that I ask is this," Adam whispers. "Promise me you won't go anywhere?"

Lawrence licks his lips. Adam can feel Lawrences breathing against his mouth, is so close that he can almost taste what it'd feel like to have Lawrences lips against his own.

"I promise," he says. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm not going to abandon you like that. Never again, and never by choice."

Adam doesn't know if it's the weed, or the exhaustion, or his own, unadulterated, unfiltered stupidity, but he leans in.

"Tell me if I'm reading this wrong," he whispers, praying to God that he's not.

"You're reading this just fine," Lawrence says.

Then his lips are against Adams, and Adam is so awestruck by it that he almost feels like he's flying. It's the best kiss he's ever had in his life, a statement he can make knowing damn good and well that it's not the weed talking but rather the way that Lawrences lips feel against his own, the sureness of his hands as they find Adams hips and the way he reacts when Adams hands instinctively trail right up Lawrences neck and into his gorgeous hair.

They don't pull away until they're breathless, and Adam wants more but knows better than to be greedy.

Lawrence chortles. "How long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Since I walked into the dinner, lightly stoned, and saw you in that white button up," Adam laughs, presses his forehead against Lawrences shoulder. "Oh, my God. You looked so good in that, y'know? Almost lost it. You looked so good it made me woozy."

"That might've been the weed," Lawrence says. "How much did you take?"

"Only one milligram," Adam responds. "Enough to soften me up a little, like when you set butter out on the counter for an hour or two when you're planning to bake and need the butter not to be as hard as a rock."

Lawrence laughs. Adam presses himself as close as he can get, cherishes the feeling of being that close after so long spent being literal miles apart in physicality but feeling an ocean apart in every other aspect.

Time passes. They sit outside, practically moulded together, and in silence. Adam catches himself zoning out just before he starts to doze, wonders briefly if they kept themselves that way until they starved to death, if he'd die happy to have been in Lawrences arms. As he thinks further on it, he realizes he would've died happily in the bathroom that day, if in a little bit of pain, if Lawrence had stayed and died with him.

"I think I'm in love with you," Lawrence whispers. "You're not the only one at fault for us not seeing each other sooner, and I think I was scared to admit it, but I know now that that's the reason why."

Adam smiles. "I love you too," he whispers back. "C'mon--inside. I'm tired, but I am not going to fall asleep with you on my fire escape."

He gets himself out of Lawrences lap and heads back in, Lawrence hot on his heels.

Adam strips, changes into a baggy pair of sweatpants and leaves himself without a shirt. Lawrence changes into a pair of basketball shorts and leaves the button-up he's wearing unbuttoned, and after Adam gawks at the view for a good few minutes, they cuddle up in bed together.

In the end, Adam sleeps for a solid fourteen hours, and for the first time in ages, he doesn't have any nightmares. Part of him thinks it's the high and another part of him thinks it's because of Lawrence, but he chooses, at the end of the day, to believe that it's both.

[pulpsandcomics2]

Spicy Detective Stories     December 1934

Green Curtains by Arthur Humbolt

Death Ends the Game by C. Samuel Campbell

She Had to Kill by F. K. Young

Million Dollar Legs by E. Hoffman  Price

Horror Hall by Kirk Rand

[hookitall]

Ok so when I see a company doing something I immediately "we have that at home" it. I just do. I'm not spending 'a corporation I already don't rate highly made the price tag' money to try something I can do in my own kitchen.

This entire post was catalysed by James Hoffmann going to Milan and trying Starbuck's Oleato drinks (olive oil infused). Link: https://youtu.be/XewgO7j6y-E

Which, side note, this feels like the most Italian thing to come out of Italy since Aeneas ate a table and, on that basis, I'm here for it 🇮🇹

I made something like it in my kitchen.

Equipment:

Moka pot (3 cup -130ml/4.4oz- or preference)

Aerolatte wand (I'm sure you could use a whisk if you wanted)

Coffee grinder (mines a cheap-ish vevok chef)

A kettle and stovetop (for the coffee)

Ingredients;

Asda own brand barista style oat milk or your other favourite milk alternative*

Taylors or Harrogate Rich Italian coffee beans

Filippo Berro extra virgin olive oil

Boiled tap water (what do you want from me?)

My three cup moka pot:

I have the Italian tricolour bialetti because I'm just extra like that when it comes to Italian things, and also it was cheaper than the standard one when I bought it. A Moka pot is a Moka pot. Buy the one you like and works for you if you're shopping for one.

If you don't know how to use a Moka pot I follow the method of James Hoffmann's video on it on YouTube. I don't bother with adding a paper filter as I prefer the mouthfeel of a metal filter. Link: https://youtu.be/BfDLoIvb0w4

Coffee:

Taylor's of Harrogate Rich Italian roast beans with the yellow bag and the 4 on the front. Fiver a bag at the supermarket. Really nothing fancy. Any coffee you like, Moka pots prefer darker roasts in general though.

This is advertised as a medium roast (hence the 4/6 number on the front) but it's a lot darker than other medium roast.

Tip: Do buy beans and grind yourself if you can, it's cheaper long term as beans are cheaper than pre-ground and you get a far superior brew that's worth the effort.

Reasoning: I wasn't using anything fancy for a test plus this stuff really shines as a thick heavy medium dark roast without being ashy brewed in a Moka pot as standard.

Oat milk Vs regular, and is barista edition worth it:

In the James Hoffman video where he tries these things he does mention that most of the drinks he tries come as standard with oat milk. Apparently the people at Starbucks think that's the way to go. It makes sense. Adding oil to cows milk is going to taste really fatty and gross.

Do get the barista style oat milk if you can, if you just buy standard oat milk it won't foam as easily and the mouth feel is different unless you're whip it within an inch of its life.

I see no reason you can't use another milk alternative. I'd avoid soya as that would make it sour but almond might add some sweetness to cut the oil. Haven't tried it. Let me know if you do, please.

Coffee grind:

Ground at number 1 setting on my vevok chef hand grinder. If you paid less than £100 for your hand grinder just go as fine as you can or whatever works best for you usually in a Moka pot. Shouldn't be espresso fine, but finer than v20 or AeroPress grind.

Base recipe:

My 'mokuchino' recipe is usually 2:1 barista style oat milk to hot/boiled water whipped up with an Aerolatte wand. Before it's whipped the water and milk usually takes up about 1/3 of my cup, after its foamy about 2/3 of it. Tinker with what you like.

I just added like a quarter of a teaspoon of bog standard Filippo Berro Extra Virgin Olive Oil to that water:milk mix and whipped it into foam.

I pour the Moka coffee on top when it's brewed (all of it, I use a 3 pot because I want more coffee in my coffee- my standard coffee shop order is a 3 shot oat milk cappuccino and that's what I'm recreating here). This is the right recipe for me for a pint mug.

Oil amounts:

The amount of oil in those drink James Hoffman was trying looked like way too much. Olive oil leaves saltiness on the palate which I think is what's counteracting a lot of the bitterness and the sharper sour notes cheap coffee gives you sometimes too. Hence why he was having drinks with a shot of olive oil and I added a quarter of a teaspoon. Your bowels and throat will thank you for cutting the dose; link: https://www.shefinds.com/collections/starbucks-customers-reporting-stomach-issues-olive-oil-infused-coffees/

My drink experience:

So on first drink you don't notice it. It's a smoother but no real taste. Like the difference in mouthfeel between cadburys and galaxy milk chocolate. That makes it a hit in my book.

As it cools to drinkable you really taste the fresh mown grassy-ness of the olive oil. It's weirdly nice. It leaves just a bit of itself on the top of your palette and sits there after the coffee is down your throat.

It also draws out hitherto undiscovered sweetness in a dark roast coffee, and even a little acidity. Not a lot. Just enough to cut through the oily texture so you don't feel greasy. Like it's more of a light to medium roast than dark medium roast. But it keeps the rich full bodied mouth feel and chocolatey taste of a medium-dark roast. Much more milk choc than dark though. There's also a touch of citrus that is definitely from the oil, like the back of the throat feel of the smell of fresh mown grass.

As it cools further you get more oiliness and it really rounds out the bitter sharpness of the coffee that you get from cheap darker roasts as they cool down. Not bad oiliness. It's a 'i just ate an olive before this sip of coffee' oiliness. And even more acidity that you can taste now you don't have the usual mouthful of ash. It leaves the slight sourness in your mouth that tickles as it dissipates. It's a green sourness though, and it's oddly pleasant. I can feel the oil on my lips though. Just a bit. And it is definitely not unpleasant.

If you let it go cold (room temp) you get a lot of acidity. I mean a lot. More like tea than coffee and also a salty aftertaste which weirdly doesn't make me want another drink though. It is not bitter at all. It's full bodied from the texture of the oil, acidic, bright and sweet.

An hour later: yeah, don't drink it cold. It tastes like I'm starting with a sore throat or I've shouted too loud. An astringent taste in the back of my throat. I'm not thirsty even though the saltiness lasted like 20 mins.

Conclusion:

I think this is how you get all the benefits of dark coffee with the brigness of light coffee. Even stone cold it's not unpleasant. I would drink it down at just lukewarm though so you don't get the salty aftertaste and harsh feeling in your throat. It's a very springlike flavour, fresh grass, birds singing, sun bright in the sky kind of coffee.

Honestly, I wouldn't do it to every cup but with your morning brew. Add it. It'll set you up for a pleasant drink as you look out the window and enjoy the early morning signs that spring is in the air, very cheaply, and that tiny bit of olive oil might just help your digestion a bit especially if you're a little sluggish in the morning (not medical advice, YMMV etc).

Is this whole thing utterly ridiculous and so Italian it bleeds red white and green to the bouncy strains of Inno di Mameli? Absolutely🤌

But I see the logic.

Let me see if I can walk you through how I think the development of the idea went.

We all know that generally Starbucks coffee hasn't been so much roasted as cremated and tastes accordingly. That's not a value judgement. It's just a statement of fact. I like medium/dark roast coffees. The Taylors Rich Italian beans i used here are my daily coffee at home. If I had a Starbucks, Caffe Nero, and a Costa in front of me I'd hit Caffe Nero for my fix. I like dark roasts.

That's what I'm getting at here. But Starbucks tastes like ash and the shattered hopes of a plant that tried really really hard and still flunked out of taste school (to me). And if it tastes like that to me, whose palette for coffee is about as refined as a sledgehammer, there is no way Weird Coffee People™️ would be caught dead drinking it with ANY other option on the table (including carrying their own beans and an AeroPress with them).

So we have a company that is famous for the kind of coffee you can use as paint stripper, who temper that with enough sugar to give a horse diabetes (please don't test this, it's a metaphor not an idea), trying to do something to draw in more footfall.

Like, let's be real here. A 16oz Starbucks cappuccino is like 93% sugar and milk by volume. It's a coffee milkshake designed to be so sweet you can't taste the coffee.

We also know that fat in milk and salt both temper sourness and bitterness of over or under extracted coffee. Which means the skill level required to pull an espresso shot that you're going to add a slightly salty fatty thing to before you drown it in sugar and more fat goes to zero. Perfect for a chain store.

So...

Bitter cheap coffee burned to a crisp before it ever reaches the cup, plus sugar, plus more sugar, probably over and/or under extracted, plus oat milk, plus olive oil equals- a very nice drink that anyone who drinks Starbucks is going to think is a revelation.

The olive oil is doing 90% of the heavy lifting of the coffee flavour in a cup you add it to.

How to make burned robusta taste like a light-medium specialty coffee? Add olive oil and oat milk.

Now I've tried it, I have to say. Italy has had coffee for a good few centuries and olive oil for millenia at this point.

At this point the cultural identity of Italy, especially from the outside, is that if you poured out Scipio's helmet it would be the source for three mythical rivers of coffee, olive oil and tomato sauce.

This combination was inevitable. It feels like something that should have been drunk by Da Vinci, Puccini and Luis XVI because someone imported an Italian thing to Versailles and just said it was French; coughoperacough.

I have an image of an Italian telling me (with Italian hands) that of course it works, it's how nonna used to make.

Which begs the question: what took so bloody long? 🤌

[averycanadianfilm]

A few whistleblower movies to watch

by Tyler Aquilina Updated July 27, 2022 at 10:20 AM EDT

1. All the President's Men (1976): Still the journalism movie all others aspire toward, All the President's Men tracks Washington Post reporters Bob Woodward (Robert Redford) and Carl Bernstein (Dustin Hoffman) as their diligent work steadily uncovers the full breadth and depth of the Watergate scandal with the help of an anonymous source, Deep Throat.

2. Silkwood (1983): Legendary director Mike Nichols (The Graduate) helmed this drama based on the life of Karen Silkwood (played by Meryl Streep), who died in a mysterious car crash while investigating harmful practices at the nuclear plant where she worked. Kurt Russell and Cher costar as Silkwood's boyfriend and housemate—which, on paper, sounds like the setup for the world's best sitcom. But, in practice, Silkwood is a powerful slow burn, deep-diving into its subject's everyday life and burgeoning crusade.

3. The Insider (1999): Pacino picked up the whistle again, this time alongside Russell Crowe, in The Insider, playing a 60 Minutes producer who pushes to bring Jeffrey Wigand's (Crowe) damning account of the tobacco industry's practices to light.

4. Erin Brockovich (2000): With Pacific Gas & Electric making headlines again for their role in California's spate of wildfires, it's an apt time to revisit Steven Soderbergh's legal drama (for which he lost the Best Director Oscar...to himself, for Traffic). Erin Brockovich stars Julia Roberts as the title character, who discovers PG&E has contaminated a small town's water supply and masterminds a legal crusade against the company.

5. North Country (2005): Before helming Disney's live-action Mulan, Niki Caro directed Charlize Theron and Frances McDormand to Oscar nominations in North Country, which follows mineworker Josey Aimes (Theron) as she spearheads the first class-action sexual harassment lawsuit in U.S. history. Somewhat tepidly received upon release (EW called it "the right movie at the wrong time"), North Country is a necessary watch in the #MeToo era.

6. The Most Dangerous Man in America (2009): and The Post (2017)A few real-life whistleblowers have had their stories told onscreen through both documentary and dramatization. One such example: Daniel Ellsberg, the military analyst who leaked the Pentagon Papers and exposed secret U.S. government activity relating to the Vietnam War. The Oscar-nominated documentary The Most Dangerous Man in America tracks Ellsberg through the lead-up to the publication of the Pentagon Papers, while Steven Spielberg's The Post tells the story of the Washington Post journalists who published them, starring Meryl Streep as publisher Katharine Graham, Tom Hanks as editor Ben Bradlee, and Matthew Rhys as Ellsberg.

7. Fair Game (2010): If you want to relive more Bush administration-era outrages, allow us to recommend Fair Game, based on the 2003 Plame affair. That scandal revolved around the administration's outing of Valerie Plame (played by Naomi Watts) as a CIA operative, ostensibly in retaliation for her diplomat husband's (Sean Penn) criticism of the Iraq War. (He wrote a New York Times op-ed debunking the administration's WMD rationale.) The film shifts between spy thriller and domestic drama to explore, as EW's Owen Gleiberman put it, "What's greater, the price of hiding the truth—or telling it?"

8. We Steal Secrets (2013) and The Fifth Estate (2013): Remember when WikiLeaks was better known for whistleblowing than for helping interfere in U.S. elections? Alex Gibney's We Steal Secrets and Benedict Cumberbatch's The Fifth Estate can't help but look outdated now, but both fascinatingly chart WikiLeaks' history and paint vivid portraits of founder Julian Assange.

9. Citizenfour (2014) and Snowden (2016): Edward Snowden may be the most significant—and is certainly the most famous—whistleblower of the 2010s, with his revelations about the National Security Agency's surveillance practices reshaping our views on technology, privacy, and intelligence. Laura Poitras' Oscar-winning Citizenfour is an essential document, chronicling the days Snowden spent in Hong Kong making his initial disclosures to Poitras and two other journalists. Oliver Stone's Snowden, with Joseph Gordon-Levitt as the title character, is less essential, but helps illuminate the man himself and boasts a solid performance from Gordon-Levitt.

10. Official Secrets (2019): Official Secrets dramatizes a lesser-known (at least stateside) but no less vital whistleblower story—that of Katharine Gun (played by Keira Knightley). Gun, a British government employee, leaked a secret memo about an illegal NSA operation to pressure the UN Security Council to sanction the Iraq War. "What's interesting about this film is it's set in 2003...Yet it still feels like we don't have the conclusion of this story," Knightley told EW. "We're still very much living with it."

[thelifestylesaga]

Sustainable Fashion Might Not Sustain

Hello y'all!

In the previous post we talked about the Steve Madden and Trashie partnership, which revealed a nuanced view of sustainability’s impact on fashion, particularly in the e-commerce space. 

On Sept. 12, Vogue published an article talking about the financial impact of integrating sustainability in fashion, with insights from brands like Mara Hoffman and KitX. 

And both cases show how challenging it is for brands to maintain ecological responsibility while navigating the economic realities in the fashion industry.

In Steve Madden’s case, the partnership with Trashie employed a circular economy model where consumers could recycle old apparel in exchange for store credits, reflecting the growing sustainability trend in the fashion industry.

However, the success of such initiatives is often limited to large brands with substantial resources, which Steve Madden is. So it can afford to offer credit to consumers and drive sales while also addressing waste reduction.

However, Mara Hoffman and Kit X’s experience reveals the difficulties that smaller, independent brands face when scaling sustainable fashion. Hoffman, known for pioneering sustainable practices, ultimately had to close her label due to a financial strain on operations.

Sustainable materials, ethical labor, and environmentally responsible supply chains dramatically raised production costs and priced brands like Hoffman's out of the market. So despite consumer demand for sustainability, fast fashion continues to dominate, offering cheaper alternatives and making it harder for sustainably focused brands to compete.

The intersection of sustainability and e-commerce has its fair share of opportunities and challenges. While e-commerce does allow brands to reach global audiences and integrate recycling, transparency in supply chains, and ethical sourcing into the online shopping experience, independent labels like Mara Hoffman are finding it difficult to maintain profitability on their eco-conscious models more than global brands, like Steve Madden, which can leverage customer loyalty to promote sustainability initiatives in e-commerce.

So I think that although sustainability in fashion is in demand, its economic viability remains uneven for the industry. 

What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments!

Until next time,

Cheers!

http://newhouse.syr.edu

[filmjunky-99]

r e m e m b e r i n g

Elizabeth Hoffman

8 February 1926 – 21 August 2023

⚘️

[pic: hoffman as premier bhavani, the price, tng]

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Pulp - Double-Action Gang Magazine (Dec1937)

Columbia

[weirdlookindog]

"The dead woman shivered for a moment , then stand erect on the bier" - E. Hoffman Price

H. R. Hammond - Satan's Garden

(Weird Tales - April 1934)

[tylerhoffmanpai]

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[aeroautomotive]

Cell Surface Markers Market Professional Survey in-depth analysis, industry demands Report Forecast to 2030

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The pandemic of covid-19 caused a slowdown in startup ecosystems and businesses throughout the globe were affected. Companies suffered from a lack of capital and funds. Shortage of supplies and dependency on global networks resulted in gaps in production. Many businesses come up with new contingency plans to ensure their survival.

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Rocking Chair: Edizione Italiana (Italian Edition)

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[pulpsandcomics2]

Speed Adventure Stories     July 1944

Sea-Lubber M’Shane by Clive Trent

Scorched Earth  by E. Hoffman Price

A Drifter Can Die by Larry Dunn

Red Rubber by Felix Webb

Donovan’s Island by Hugh B. Cave