That's right, name's Cole
Turner, but you can
call me as my people do,
Cold Turkey. You ask
and I'm going to
tell you. Boy, sex
with her was better
than Jesus! The
Lord's boy and our
own personal nail collector
and savior. Couldn't
top the cross she
raised me up on, night
after noon and
next morning! You're
young, so let me just
tell you how much
it's an indicator--if a
man can go thirty, forty
years and still
remember, that was a
woman who was something!
Actually got my old
name from her, you can
choose to believe me
or not. Said one day
before she'd had enough
of me, boy, I'm going
Cold Turkey. Cause
this warm turkey, good
as it is, it's getting old,
and I don't want to
go moldy with it. Now
that's not just a sweetheart
but a lady, isn't it?
To tell me right out
we had to part ways
so one day I could
sit down, right here, and
tell a story about her.
Just telling it's enough
to give a man religion!
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