“Drew may have lived many years among the Yanks, but his Mississippi roots are having their say, shining through in every irreverent/reverent syllable. Once you pick this book up, you won't be putting it down any time soon!” - Nancy White
THE DOWN AND DIRTY REDNECK HUNGERS FOR THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY I've always been afraid of burning to death, but with you I was like a tree in October, on fire with a shitload of leaves just before the north wind ripped them loose and sent them ass over teacup earthward. Girl, if only you would come again driving down Main Street, your long golden hair streaming out the window like yellow flames, your white Mustang unstained as you was, I wouldn't give a damn about how I go, only that the crash when it comes rivals them leaves up to their stems in duff, and that one day we can look back and say okay, we crashed, but we crashed still burning.
