billy bones

in 1958, after an eight day benzedrine holiday, i found myself in a motel room with a naked military police sergeant and two dead hookers.the doctors had to removed a kidney and mend my shattered pelvis. i awoke in the hospital with a naked anesthesiologist and four dead hookers. i knew mine was a blessed life. nowadays i prefer the quieter life, riding with my hounds, watching enthralled as we hunt the poor and down-trodden. the sick i leave well alone knowing how difficult my drycleaner finds getting their fetid stench from my clothes.in rare moments of lucidity i know one day i will be the dead hooker I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4