by John Waddy Bullion Chris Kofoed Something perfect about the lack of subtlety, ain’t there? You know there’s a story, without one even being told. A beginning, middle, and end that bypass all logic and beeline straight for the bloodstream. Just think about what a showpiece this would make in your den, or in your front entry, with two of Willie Nelson’s old pigtails hanging from its ears. This is a beast haunted by nothing but pure neon want. He gorged himself to death; now,