THE LIFE AND SIGNS OF BILLY SQUIER

So there I was, reduced to begging for Stevie Ray Vaughan tickets at America’s Only, when the Editor ’n’ Cheap asked what I was doing that evening. He needed a scribe to go to Cleveland to interview Billy Squier. What the hell was I gonna do? Mere hours later, I was on a plane to Clevo without the Christian aid of a fresh change of clothes or toothbrush.