Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

I first met Ray up in the moun­tains at the I-40 rest stop, where I used to go to meet guys some­times. I found him lean­ing against a wall, albino-pale, with these watery fish eyes. We messed around in a stall for a bit, and then he told me to meet him at the red […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…