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They found me in the gutter. The night was the only thing I had left a — Mickey Spillane

"They found me in the gutter. The night was the only thing I had left and not much of it at that. I heard the car stop, the doors open and shut and two voices talking. A pair of arms jerked me to my feet and held me there. "Drunk," the cop said. The other one turned me around into the light. "He dont smell bad. That cut on his head didnt come from a fall either." "Mugged?" "Maybe." I didnt give a damn which way they called it. They were both wrong anyhow. Two hours ago I was drunk. Not now. Two hours ago I was a roaring lion. Then the bottle sailed across the room. No lion left now. Now was a time when I wasnt anything. Nothing was left inside except the feeling a ship must have when its torpedoed, sinks and hits bottom."
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Mickey Spillane
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Frank Morrison Spillane, better known as Mickey Spillane, was an American crime novelist, called the "king of pulp fiction". He was best known for stories featuring his signature detective character, Mike Hammer.

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