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where we are now. I can’t get us any better gigs because of you. It’s your
whole image. It’s not me. This isn’t my fault. You can only blame yourself for
this.”
    “What the hell,
man?” said Colton. “I’m riding better than ever, aren’t I?”
    “That’s right,”
said the manager. “But listen, Colton. I’ve been in the business longer than
you. I know how everything works. You may be getting better, but nobody cares.
Frankly, the public couldn’t give a shit. The fact is, you’re older now, and
you’re starting to lose your looks.”
    “I’m losing my
looks?” said Colton, growing red in the face. “Are you kidding me?”
    “Look,” said
the manager. “You’re a great looking guy. You always have been. But the fact is
the women like those 18 year old guys, the taut bodies, all that. Now I’m not
saying you have a bad body. I’m sure you could sleep with any of the women in
this bar, including the strippers, if you wanted to, and I’m confident that
you’ll do so later with some lucky girl.”
    Colton nodded.
It was the truth. “I already know the women like me. They don’t mind sleeping
with me. I certainly don’t have any problems getting them into bed. So what’s
the problem?”
    “Well TV and
real life are very different. The young guys look better on TV. And TV determines
how popular you are.”
    “That’s it?”
said Colton. “It’s that simple?”
    “Basically,”
said the manager, nodding. “It sucks. But it’s the truth. Now come over here to
the table with me and sign some autographs. We’re going to piece your career
back together piece by piece, whether it takes five years or ten.”
    “Why don’t you
just move onto a newer and younger client?” said Colton, a scowl on his face.
    The manager
laughed heartily, as if Colton had just told a great joke. He turned and gave
Colton his fakest smile. “You’re really my only client, kid. I can’t get any
more. Trust me, if I had a younger rodeo star, you’d be here on your own.”
    “That makes me
feel a lot better,” said Colton, sarcastically.
    “Well, look at
this this way. I’m desperate to make you succeed. That should make me a great
manager, shouldn’t it?”
    “It should, but
it’s not working. I mean, you really couldn’t get a better gig than this?”
Colton eyed the folding card table that had a stack of his pictures. The
pictures showed him riding a bull in a very flattering pose, his jeans tight
around his ass as he was being practically bucked off by the bull, holding on
with just one hand.
    “Let me get you
a drink. What would you like?” said the manager, changing the subject.
    “A whisky, no
ice,” said Colton, sitting down on the folding chair behind the card table, and
staring despondently at the stack of his own photos.
    “One light beer
it is,” said the manager, disappearing before Colton could correct him.

7. KATY

 
    I walked into
the bar.
    It had those
cheesy Western style flapping doors. It was dark inside. But my eyes quickly
adjusted.
    It was a titty
bar all right.
    There were
naked women dancing up on poles
    I had always
been straight, purely heterosexual. That didn’t mean I couldn’t hang out in a
titty bar…enjoying the scenery.
    There were
plenty of hot men around…wearing cowboy hats and tight jeans.
    “And now ladies
and gentlemen, the man you’ve all been waiting for, the famous rodeo champion
Colton Smith.”
    A few people clapped.
    But this rodeo
star wasn’t the main attraction. Most people were focused on a Mexican woman
with enormous breasts who was dancing very provocatively. No one seemed to be
looking at Colton.
    I liked the look
of this Colton Smith. He stepped to the stage looking just like a weary cowboy.
He was wearing tight jeans that really showed off his ass…tall cowboy boots, a
cowboy hat…he really looked the part.
    I clapped
harder than anyone as I ordered a gin and tonic…my all-time favorite drink for
when I wanted to get blitzed. Of