Hell in a Handbag
Place I come from seems like everybody got a story. Bullshit and lies most of them. Not worth a dime or a minute's time. Fuckin' mooks making themselves out ter be something they ain't. Billy big-balls' talkin' a crock of shit. Fuckin flapdoodle motherfuckers. Well, I got a story and at the end you judge whether I'm a mook or the real fuckin' deal.Starts in 1982 - with a fine piece of New Jersey ass dancin' on a table....Dolores was stood on the table, red kitten heels, net bodystocking,...