Another Billy the Kid His flashing teeth hit you as soon as you saw him. Laughing happy a twist of the head. A smile black jacket tight jeans Nikes. A red scarf mischief in movement. Eyes big alert alive. He played guitar. So where were the spiders. Ziggy classics a Billy speciality. Borrowing a guitar to busk. Generating cash for beer to smooth talk easy girls. All girls came easy to Billy. Saw him in a restaurant with twelve girls and he still left them to check out some more. Confident. So sure always so sure. I warned him about stealing from a restaurant we dish-washed in. Rat-faced on expensive wine. Piss-eyed on cheap cheap kitchen brandy. There we worked long happy hours exhilarated by the warm a...