And He Called Me Angel

After leaving home in the summer of 84'', I found myself knee deep in the drug scene. While there I found what would be my Savior. I did not "see" him at first; I heard him, or his boots that is. Snake skin cowboy boots with shiny silver taps, tips, and all. Just thinking about those boots now gives me a feeling I can''t describe. They made a very distinct sound; like a small horse parading, not t...