Number 385
"You're big...and ugly...and crude...but I love you!"
...and speaking of love, I really love the breathless Mickey Spillane-styled prose in these Johnny Dynamite stories. You just don't read this stuff anymore, like the caption of the panel above, or the panel on page two: "He moaned as the flesh was laid open to the bone and fell in a stupor as his teeth crumpled under the impact."
How about, "What was left of his face slobbered and drooled as I pumped a bullet into his guts."
Has a certain poetic quality to it, don't you think? There's probably a pretty good reason you don't read stuff like that anymore.
The story is from Dynamite #4, November, 1953. Patterned by writer William Waugh after Spillane's popular Mike Hammer series of paperback best-sellers, and drawn by Pete Morisi. Waugh's violent and turgid descriptions and dialogue are more interesting than Morisi's workmanlike drawing. I posted the first story from this issue in Pappy's #264.
