By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 16 October 1998
The Kid stood close by while his soul poured itself out over the barroom floor in front of the lonely young singing girl. He cried when she drank it straight off the floor like a horse with cottonmouth, and then started to sing a sad sad love song about his broken heart, drunk with the pain his soul sent down her lovely throat 10/31-11/1/82