Often described in later years as the Pope of Psycho pulp Charles Willeford whilst still serving in the Army would book himself in San Francisco's Powell Hotel during periods of leave and write for two full days.
In his new white sharkskin suit, red silk shirt with white on white necktie, red socks and white alligator grained Ballys, he looked like a friendly giant.
The Shark Infested Custard
1993
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