Chapter 7The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny’s feet.
—Charlie Daniels
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“So I woke up in this strange bed, and I didn’t even know what day it was, much less where I was. For a second, I thought I might have been kidnapped. I mean, anything could have happened while I was out of it, and I know better than that, but you know how it is. Somebody starts pouring the drinks, and then they start passing around the drugs, and you think that maybe one hit won’t hurt you. Then before you know it, you’re on all fours, surrounded by hard c***s, and you’re just praying to every saint that….”
Philip droned on, but Simon ignored him. He was so used to the makeup artist’s colorful, over-the-top stories that he bare
