July 18, 2012
He tells me his name really is Wright O'Way. I tell him he's Full O'Shit. He throws back his head and guffaws raucously enough to push the moon into the next galaxy. He places his left hand a foot from the back of his head, as if trying to keep a large hat from falling off. I ask if his Stetson is a phantom. He says that rhymes. I say no, actually, it doesn't. He tells me I'm a pistol. I tell him if he blows on his finger and points it at me there will be hell to pay.