Lies! Damned Lies!

A fuzz is a fuzz is a fuzz when you awaken from a wino jag. God, I'd drunk three pints of muscatel that I know of and maybe more, maybe lots more, because that's when I drew a blank, that's when research stopped.
(Opening lines from The Wench is Dead, by Fredric Brown)

A nice find at Myopic. I think this would be a good primer for those just entering the genre. I also found someone new/old to look for - a guy by the name of Jack Ritchie. His story was good (not great). And there's a Howard Browne/Paul Pine short story!