Gangsters of Love

John Watson Jr. made his way west from Texas, landing in an area not far from where stockyards once lined the banks of the Los Angeles River. He was black, and nobody noticed him. He dressed like a pimp, and he shpritzed like a Friars Club dinner. And hell yeah, he was a cowboy, one for the rock and roll era.

Reading time 29 Minutes

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