Wayne Hancock Review
Wayne Hancock reminds me exactly why it is I can't stand women. Because they are a lecherous, lying, theiving bunch. Take this girl I deliver the newspaper to. What a bitch. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a finey, no doubt. Fat ass like a midget, curly red hair and all that, but yo, she refuses to give me the time of day. Or leave the money for the paper in my little manila envelope. I mean I know she's married and has kids and all, but I don't care about all that. I think we could have something beautiful together, when I turn 18. But I just don't know her deal. I'll sit in front of her house on my bicycle for like 10, 20 hours straight and she refuses to come out. And I know she's in there 'cause I see her peepin' through the blinds. Frontin' ass trick. Wayne Hancock knows what I'm talkin' about. With his bluesy, swing-style, rock-a-billy album, he says a mouthful about love, loss and Texas Longhorns. My only regrets are I can't find his first album and he secretly probably has a dope girl. And I don't.
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