mr. white

....he took me out to the lake after class one day. it had been a warm spring. we sat in his truck listening to some wild guitar solos. he wore a black concert tee, i remember this because almost every shirt he wore was a concert tee. fishbone, bad brains, motley crue, rush, prince or jimi, whichever it was it didn't matter because he looked the same kinna sexy in each of them. i watched this mississippi-bred boy pour me a glass and shoot me a glance from the other side of the seat. he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. he had a great ghost story to tell.

Oldham was a quiet yet, lively little township.......

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