So this is my allotted space to toss you a sales pitch. Encourage you to buy my work. Tell you how great it is. Make you believe you can't live without it. That if you don't purchase it you will have missed reading a narrative of great social and cultural magnitude. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a writer, not a used car salesman. Nor a politician. I am inept at penning flowering prose to enhance the fragrance of my words so that you will be inspired to mouse over the "Buy now with 1-Click" button in the top right hand corner of this web page and make the purchase. Why should I? The task has already been done. Take a gander at the left hand side of this page. Above the cover is a "Click to LOOK INSIDE" banner. Click on that and I'm sure you'll find sufficient verbiage to aid you in making the decision whether or not to buy this narrative. If you decide to do so, I am grateful for your donation to my financial coffers. If not, I understand. Not every reader is interested in a place where people the likes of Wrinkled Wilma, Lizard Leonard, Stump Lady, Creepy Chuckie, Sleazy Steve, Chicken Neck and Twitchy exist in bountiful ambiguity - a place where bubbas, bubbetts, rednecks, intellectuals, upper crust types, barflies, man whores and bottom feeders co-mingle in an effort to escape the never ending grindstone of existing in today's perpetual mayhem - a place where African American Hip-hop music reigns (an astounding and rather interesting anomaly for a hillbilly honky-tonk) - a place where folks of all shapes, forms, sizes, ethnic backgrounds, economic statuses and sexual preferences are not only tolerated, but accepted for what they are and, to some extent, even coddled (another unique anomaly for a hillbilly honky-tonk). I also understand that not every reader is in the least bit interested in a place where above a wall covered with hundreds of photographs depicting happy customers hangs a sign which reads..."If Idiots Grew On Trees - This Place Would Be An Orchard" I can only assume that such a reader might possess the fear of finding a photo of themselves or a family member on this wall. This is purely conjecture on my part. But, if I harbored this type of fear, I would be compelled to purchase this work just to confirm my suspicion of whether or not my family lineage may have roots in this particular type of orchard. Just sayin'...