As a small boy, Jim Booth wanted nothing more than to be a goatherd wandering the ancient hills of his Southern homeland. Then he heard the gospel according to John and Paul and abandoned the pastoral life for the responsible hedonism of rock musicianship. Having failed gloriously in that endeavor, he took on the academy, ate it alive, and spat it back out as dark sarcasm in the classroom. Currently he writes occasionally award winning fiction and occasionally homeland security annoying bloggery. He lives in a heavily fortified bunker in an undisclosed location In Danville, Virginia just off 58 after you pass the Honda dealer but before you get to Carter’s restaurant.
*Editor's note: Mr. Booth's got a new book coming out and this story is an excerpt. Ahh, hell, let's get personal, Jim's even been to eastern NC and he and his lovely wife are charming folk (that's not just because they paid for my lunch, either). A review of his book "The New Southern Gentleman" is on Popmatters.com, written by yours truly, VMac. Use the Popmatters google-search and type in MacEwan and you'll find it.
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