I live in the desert – 85 miles away from a nearest gas station, 135 miles from a nearest mall. My hours are long, and nights are short. I ride and rope, I brand and castrate. I have blood on my hands that is not mine. I deliver calves and sometimes they die in my arms. I am gentle with animals and rough on women. I drink rattlesnake skin potion and then dance wild all night. On and on it goes. My name is Cowboy Kevin. Please, listen to my story, which goes backwards.
