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12 × 12 inch painting on canvas
Only one man’s survived, and this is his story to share - but if I may - readers beware. For there’s an old cowboy armed with rope and with knife who hitchhikes the streets under the street lights. Committed to a psychiatric hospital after slitting a throat, his accomplice a Washington state resident who watches near gas stations n restaurants, nightclubs n roads, whether it be broad daylight - or in the dark of night. This watcher takes his notes and phones the man. Now this man he’s a killer smokes three packs a day hangs out near cowgirls with nothing to say. Watching and waiting now almost 60 he’s there for the money for the hope that one day he can make his way back to the South still stuck in Seattle. Walk with a scrappy friend for else you’ll hear heel clicks followed by a 6 foot tall shadow as the killer cowboy starts to close in.
12 × 12 inch painting on canvas
Only one man’s survived, and this is his story to share - but if I may - readers beware. For there’s an old cowboy armed with rope and with knife who hitchhikes the streets under the street lights. Committed to a psychiatric hospital after slitting a throat, his accomplice a Washington state resident who watches near gas stations n restaurants, nightclubs n roads, whether it be broad daylight - or in the dark of night. This watcher takes his notes and phones the man. Now this man he’s a killer smokes three packs a day hangs out near cowgirls with nothing to say. Watching and waiting now almost 60 he’s there for the money for the hope that one day he can make his way back to the South still stuck in Seattle. Walk with a scrappy friend for else you’ll hear heel clicks followed by a 6 foot tall shadow as the killer cowboy starts to close in.