Oy. “You know that I was a cowboy for a while.” One summer, Bobby. It was like you went to a really shitty sleepaway camp. “That was where I picked up the love of horsery that I still carry with me today.” Horsery is not a word. “Equine magic.” Dammit, you stop portmanteauing, Weir. “I, … Continue reading Bobby, Mountain, High