‘Well, I’m not no regular old wandering devil. I’m Old Black Billy himself.’ No idea what he was talking about, but I pretended I did. “He asked me if I wanted to know about the road ahead. He laughed at my confusion, and it was like his singing, vocal cords all rusted through, and then he told me my future. Said I’d meet a girl in an old mill town, we’d fall in love, and she’d be the one.”
