I was called an 'authentic cowboy' the other day in the street...& it wasn't by someone deranged or demented. She was young, attractive, and cogent. I didn't have the heart to tell her...that I don't sit by the fire as the moon rises, thinking 'bout women and glasses of beer...closing my eyes as the dogies retire...I have an ACTUAL beer...in a Motel Room bed, watch the ladies do their thang on the YP...then pass out. More bogies than dogies. But for a fleeting second there...I wished I were an 'authentic' cowboy. Every once in a while...I have that romantic notion.
Do you??