The Wild One. An Interlude.

You will never guess who was wearing ruby red lipstick on Decatur Street tonight. You will never guess it in a million years.

It was everybody’s favorite lumberjane truck driver wannabe. There she was with her wallet chained to a belt loop, wearing her truck stop ball cap, sweat-stained bandana around her neck, and a pinch of Skoal between her cheek …