Big Daddy

Called me Hot Stuff. Called me Ragtop, Lugnut, your Deere-in-the-Driveway Duchess. Called forth Bad Company from the pick-up’s stereo and, lo, I appeared with a buck knife and a hundred-proof smile, my battered hunter’s manual tucked in the waistband of my cutoffs. What were we at first but two necks of the same guitar, high […]