Well, well, well, you’re a regular old city slicker, ain’t you? Got that nice pinstriped suit, shoes polished just right, hair parted to the side – I bet you’re the Sunday-at-the-museum, salad-for-dinner type o’ fella, huh? You probably spend all day in some glass skyscraper negotiatin’ over stocks and contracts and mumbo jumbo, then all night in those fancy bars and cocktail parties, swapping stories with the well-heeled, drinking those six figure liquors out of diamond crusted glasses.
Well let me ask you this: you ever felt the brush of warm summer grass between your toes? … Read more