Dad used to own the hardware store. But now it and him ain't around no more. Don't know the whole story but I've overheard some. I know he's who I got my drinking from.
Got six bucks that's enough for a beer run. Now all we need is someone to do the buying. My buddy Lendell, he ain't never got no money. But he drinks up most the beer everytime.
Her hair was as black as pike county cold. And her lips were as red as blood on the snow. She wore short vinyl skirts and them boots to her knees. And she lived in the holler across the mountain from me.