Johnny Rebel After Midnight

World War Nine

The somewhat hesitant yet still compelling story of how a two-bit grifter by the name of Jack Merlot was working late into the evening one night, practicing his walking-stick-like bass lines on a dreadnought guitaron, when, much to his surprise, a cute little shorty appeared unto him.

And, no, he had not been drinking that evening. Drinking would come later, and when it did, it would stay for a while.