I wish I was a skinny as TR, I wouldn't sink as deep in the mud. I've got a great print of him on the wall that shows him coming up on a pack of dogs that are fighting a bear, rifle in hand, ready for action.

To the Preacher: You ain't never even seen my hat in person, let alone smelled it.


Destry

Out there at the crossroads molding the devil's bullets. - Tom Waits