By this time, years into my singing career, I had worked out my costume. Black slacks and a flowing white pirate shirt, untucked with the cuffs unbuttoned gave me the air of a modern day Childe Harold. My hair flowed in long brown curls. I stood taller than tall in heeled boots. A heavy gold ring adorned my pinky finger. When things grew cool, I donned my fringed black leather jacket with a dappled hide yoke. I never bothered to acquire leather pants, but they would have suited me well.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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