"Nope, never danced in my life," I say, picking up one of the wings and tearing a bite off. The waitress was right, it was spicy, but maybe after living in Texas for a bit I'm sort of picky about my barbecue sauce. No one does spicy wings like like Texas.

Fuck, next thing you know it I'll be looking for a "Don't Mess With Texas" bumper sticker.

"I mostly do odd jobs. Little things to keep me from getting bored."