I’m On The (bar) Rag!

My muse is a bitch. Her name is Bobbie Jo and she looks like Barbara Eden in Harper Valley PTA. She has the personality of a honey badger. This morning I woke her up from a rum induced hangover to come write with me.

Ten minutes later, she dragged her sorry butt into my office. “What the fuck time is it?” she asked while lighting her first Marlboro of the day.

“Let’s write,” I said. “Earn your keep.”

She chugged down a lukewarm Coors and belched. “Writing is boring. You ever thought about taking...