Mickey Spillane is at it Again. September 8, 1961 Life magazine

Exerpt from September 8, 1961 Life Magazine.

The soft Side of a Hard Egg.

It was sunny again. It was always sunny there. And hot. He stood without moving wondering where the action was, and gazing at the blonde stretched out casually in the dirt. She got up and slithered toward him. He knew what she wanted. He embraced her first gently, then violently, Her lips glistened in the sunlight-reflecting joy, pain, sorrow, beauty misery-manhood. He knew he couldn't trust her. He broke away and turned to the brunette lounging languidly on the steps. "You drinkin' again" he muttered disgustedly, she sighed. Suddenly the whole-place erupted. Out of nowhere came two guys, several dogs, cats, kittens and a white duck, “Okay, Mike." Yelled one guy, “let’s go!" The brunette dropped the drink, the blonde screamed. The guys took after the duck, the duck attacked the dogs, the cats shrieked. There it was the action. And he never avoided action. But before he moved, he spotted it out of the corner of his eye-the thing they'd been after for weeks. He yelled triumphantly: “The missing scrabble!" He grabbed it and rushed into the house. It was another afternoon in Mickey-Spillaneville. The action was all there but the scene was all wrong. The blonde, for one thing, was 4 years old and nobody shot her. The brunette who was drinking was 12, and it was Pepsi and ice cream. Mike was 6 and the other guy was 10. Mickey spillane wasn't even armed. It was worlds away from the rainy streets,

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