This guy.

Used to do a lot of business in the Bahamas. They thought I was this guy. Holly-Wood-Movie-Star.

Bad attitude. Yet I was always nice to the desk clerks.

Baffled. Until I figured out it was this guy.

Name of Billy Drago.

But I shot him down in my home town of Bridgeton.

Gotcha. I was always that fast. Ask my wife.

And then I was so dead.

But I’m not really him. I’m a poet and a killer. You know how that goes.

Because I’m still Instapunk. And that’s what I do. Every damn day.