Living on the edge, burning up highway between the last dusty pueblo and the next. Gigs with Hell's Angels down by the Mexican border ain't for wussies. Ballads about badlands for bad boys. You're a long time dead. It pays a man stepping on the wrong side of the law to keep an eye out for the next redneck with no reputation and an itchy trigger finger. When things get hot you gotta pack heat.
More of a slippers and pipe sort of guy, I'm waiting for someone to buy me a pair of slippers and a pipe this Christmas. Just like last Christmas.
I dabble a bit in writing and dibble a bit with my camera, when I'm not sleeping one off. I can be very fussy when it comes to things like socks. I even wear them in bed. And with sandals. No, I don't.