THE PRIVATE STASHI’m Jack Hammer. Ace Reporter. Retired Private Dick. This is my story.
December’s Debt and An Inheritance of Grief.
Runtime: 1 Hour 55 Minutes. Uncut. Uncensored. Grab a bottle. Lock the door. Watch the glitch unfold from the first frame to the final shot. The entire Saga is here to be found, but you have to do a little Detective work to find it. Rummage through the file cabinets. See what you can find.
W-HAM-ER TV
This isn’t just a transmission. This is the flickering image that slips past the Controller’s blind spots. Switch over to W-HAM-ER TV, the only channel that projects the raw visual code of the truth. These are the animated case files of my memoirs, burned onto forgotten film reels and buried deep in the digital vault. I project the gritty frames of every case—the life, the lies, and the shadows.
W-HAM-ER RADIO
Welcome to W-HAM-ER Radio, the only station that listens. This is where I go on the air to tell my side of the story. Leave your eyes at the door; these are the audio versions of my memoirs, straight from the archives and into your speakers. Every case file, every gritty detail, is now available for you to hear, in Jazz enhanced audio books.
HAMMER PRINT
Newzhammer Publishing: Jack Hammer’s Memoir Noir Collection: The official home of Jack Hammer’s collected short stories in text form. Explore the complete, unfiltered anthology of memoir pulp-noir, where every tale is ripped from the pages of real-life experience and laid out cold on the slab. Read Jack’s Pulp-Noir stories here.
HAMMER OP-EDS
They tell me I’m just a character in a story. Maybe. But the corruption I smell out there feels pretty damn real. This is where I unmask the hard facts behind today’s actual headlines. I’m peeling back the layers on the ‘official’ narrative—because whether it’s my world or yours, the truth is always the first casualty. Here are my takes on the newz of the day.
THE DESK
They call me a ‘persona.’ A ‘pen name.’ That’s a lie. Does a ‘persona’ bleed? I’m the one who held my daughter, Jackie Angel, as she bled out on the pavement, dying to save my life . I’m the one who spent 30 years haunted by a ghost, only to find my first love, Angela, as a box of ashes. That’s my life. That’s my pain. Stop by my desk, I’ll fill you in on the details..
THE OFFICE
This is NewzHammer Magazine. No staff. No ghostwriters. Just me. They say this town is built on dreams, but from where I’m sitting, it looks more like it’s built on cheap promises. Everyone has a story and lies. The trick isn’t listening; it’s knowing what to filter out. That’s why the name Jack Hammer is stenciled on the frosted glass. Step inside for the rundown on the whole operation.
