Monthly Bullet Points


S’up y’all,

Last month, almost immediately after posting the first monthly bullet points—and promising to do so on a monthly basis—I regretted it; because it dawned on me that my life ain’t that interesting. I’m no double O fucking seven; the hell am I gonna write about? But a writer’s gotta write. Fear not dear reader; I will not be quoting Chipotle paper bags –maybe next month 🙂

I’m plunging into a new story. This one’s about a kick ass cop (she has MMA aspirations) and a serial killer. With special appearances by Ronnie ‘Caradura’ Bermudez and his friend Desmond Laffite, both characters from the short story ‘Lizards Lounge’ (to those of you who have read my collection of short stories Black Pills & Red Bullets. These cats will be familiar to you) the piece might be a short novel or novella; I don’t know yet because I don’t do outlines, I like to enjoy the ride, I like to be surprise. So the story will end when it ends. Plus, I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to finish it, since life tends to get in the way of these things. Stay tune though.

A pain in the neck known as tax time in America has come and gone. I don’t understand why the IRS doesn’t make this process a little easier for us mere mortals. The other day I learned that in some parts of the world the government sends their tax payers a text message with a summary of what the person made, what the person paid, what’s owed etc. The tax payer reviews it; all the taxpayer has to do is punch a yes or no key, then press send—and that’s it. Come on IRS get on that bus!

Does it bother you when folks throw around the word genius all wheely neely? It bothers me plenty, because the word loses its impact, its meaning. On Thursday April 21st I woke up late (as per usual) turned on the news while having a hookers breakfast (coffee and cigarette) then, the well coiffed newsman threw a cold bucket of water at me by announcing that tried and true musical genius Prince passed away. It was in chock, I refused to believe it, but it’s true. I’m reminded of an anecdote I read somewhere about the song ‘Kiss” It was written by him in one night; overdubs, vocals—no bass—everything. He was going to give it to a band call Mazarati, but he didn’t. The song ‘Kiss’ became a smash hit. Imagine that; a huge hit from a song that some in the industry would considered a demo. That solo in ‘Purple Rain’ still gives me goosebumps and hits me in the feels. I can’t believe he’s gone. Nothing compares to you Purple One, nothing.

By the time this post tenderly caresses your lovely cherubic eyes; the news about the Panama Papers will be just another blip in the forgotten news cycle. That is; until it happens again—and it will. For a brief overview of the Panama Papers:

On Wednesday April 6, 2016 on his 79th Birthday; one of the last and true country outlaws. The poet of the common man, passed away. The one and only Merle Haggard. I cued up ‘Workin’ Man Blues’ ‘Momma Tried’ ‘Pancho and Lefty’ ‘If We Make It Through December’ ‘Okie from Muskogee’ and ‘Sing me Back Home’ I lifted a glass of Jack Daniels and cheered a man who stuck to his guns, and lived by his own rules.… Cheers old man, cheers.

Boy, do I miss pizza rat. That little rodent going down them stairs like: “This here slice is all mine, get yer own ya bums!” Sure brought some cheer to the city that never sleeps  sweeps  .

What a year huh? Lemmy Kilmister, Natalie Cole, David Bowie, Glenn Frey, Merle Haggard, and Prince. Plus; Soul singer Billy Paul, best known for his hit ‘Me and Mrs. Jones’. Y’know what? Fuck you 2016, so far, you’ve been nothing but a bitch and the half.

Okay, let me chill down a bit yeah? Even though the Philly Phanatic is my favorite mascot…Go Mets! (ya bums).

Thank you for reading my ramble.

Later skater.    Beatrix Kiddo Avatar

Dog eat Dog-Book Review

Dog Eat

A visceral- hard hitting crime fiction novel; from a man who practically grew up in the California penal system (Mr. Bunker was a thief and drug dealer, who spent more than 20 years behind bars before being released for the last time in 1975) In this book, Mr. Bunker has no time for florid/pretty prose. He gets to the meat and potatoes from the get-go (No pussyfooting, just the way me likes)

The main protagonists are: Troy Cameron and his two amigos; Diesel Carson and Gerald ‘Mad Dog’ McCain, whom after being release from the poky; are on a freight train to mayhem. Their plan is to only hit other criminals such as pimps, and drug dealers, because what are they gonna do?

Call the cops?

Their first hit goes somewhat smoothly, the second one, however becomes complicated because their assignment is to kidnap a child from a former associate of a powerful Mexican kingpin. Amid all of this there’s an elephant farting in the room, because one of the protagonist is nothing more than a drug-addled, blood thirsty, cold blooded killer, who has innocent blood on his hands—a passage in the book which I found upsetting—but that’s what great art does; it’s supposed to move you one way or another, but move you nonetheless.

Five out of Five Stars for this dark, violent and unsettling novel.

Edward Bunker, writer and actor, born December 31 1933; died July 19 2005 RIP.


In other news: I just emailed my editor the manuscript for my short novel; Desperados. Fingers cross It will be up for your enjoyment soon as this is the last battery of edits. Stay tune.


I’m not a book reviewer, so don’t ask me to review your book-sorry, I don’t do that.

Money Shot-Book Review.

This is the second book I’ve read from publisher Hard Case Crime. The first was a Michael Crichton number by the name of ‘Odds On’ (writing under the pen name of John Lange) which, sadly I didn’t enjoy (paid $11.95 plus tax for a paperback copy of that fucker at Barnes & Noble. I feel like a sucker.) Look—I don’t know about you—but I like a page turner and that book wasn’t—undaunted I made myself check another tome from the Hard Case Crime oeuvre since I kind of like their throwback covers, because in the PC world we live in these days; some of those covers are a breath of fresh smog.

Money Shot by Christa Faust is by far my favorite book and cover, I mean look at it! Let me tell you why I liked this story.

MoneyShotRevenge and retribution thy name is Angel Dare.

Gina Moretti a. k. a. Angel Dare is an ex porn star who’s been left for dead in the trunk of a Honda Civic—a fucking Honda Civic, why? Because of some missing money she knows nothing about. So with the help of ex-cop/bodyguard Lalo Molloy (he’s a MexMick; his mother’s Mexican, his dad’s Irish) they embark on a dark and violent journey in search of the responsible party. And thus author Christa Faust rewrites the femme fatale as a feminist porn star pulpy action hero.

Side Note:

The only cringe-worthy moment was when the Author made the mistake (which—believe it or not—lots of writers make) of instead of calling it a magazine she calls it a clip. I hate when that happens, but hey! it happens.  Check the image below to see the difference.

Dark, gritty and at times downright nasty (just the way me likes) yet witty, fast-pace and ballsy with lots of action. I couldn’t put it down.

Five out of Five Bullet holes baby.

Next up Angel Dare makes a comeback in ‘Choke Hold.’ Can’t wait to get my hands on that one (hey see what I did there?)


I’m not a book reviewer, so don’t ask me to review your book-sorry, I don’t do that.