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"My woman left me, and I felt so DISTRAUGHT. I put my head down and waded through water and I waded through mud until I came to a place called the bucket of blood. The bartender gave me a dirty look and a dirty glass. I said, what is this shit? Do you know who I am? He said, "Hell no MOTHER FUGGA, I don't give a GOT DAMN!" I said hold on a second.... Pause. I reached down, in my pocket and pulled out my trusted 44. I shot that muttha fugga twice; Bam! Bam! And he hit the got damn floor!!!! The judge said, why did you shoot that man? Your honor, my woman left me and I was having a fucking bad day." ~Black Snake Moan (amended)

I have dreams like that all the time. I know that violent delights often end in violent endings. And one day, my love affair with Ann Wilder is going to come to an end. And that's how it will probably happen.

I was never one to stand there and get my ass kicked even when I knew I was wrong. And I'm not good at people threatening me either–I usually call their bluff.

Years ago, when I was coaching high school football, I would go for it on 4th down–even when there were just seconds left on the clock and I could tie the game kicking an easy field goal. I'd go for it every time...that's what I would do. Go for it.

I always play to win–no matter what.

Now please, excuse my manners, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Harry Stevenson. My closest friends call me Steve and the love of my life, Ann Wilder, calls me, baby. And you know what? I like that. Now when you finish reading this book, I'm not sure what you're going to call me. I'll let you be the judge of that. Available now Click Here.