Rockstar
“Man, Rockstar, your name suits you,” Bull said as he found me when I left the makeshift dressing area.
“I actually got my road name because I can play the guitar and sing. When I was prospecting, Butcher would make me perform like his personal minstrel on club runs. Every club we visited, he’d say, ‘Boy, get your guitar and sing us a song’. Worked out for me though, I got a lot of pussy.”
“I just bet you did,” Bull said, with laughter. He handed me a wad of cash.
I looked at it. I didn’t need it, I was extremely rich, but I took it nonetheless. I’m sure I could find a use for it.
Bull looked over my shoulder, and his face went from all smiles to death in an instant. I looked behind me. There were four guys waiting by the door, looking pissed as hell.
“Those are Krame
