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Texas cowboy Brent Amaker has a way of following me around like one of those annoying imaginary friends in TV shows and movies. When I open up a cupboard looking for a box of cereal, he’s lounging on one of the shelves like a goddamn Cheshire Cat, wearing the hick get-up I hate most of all: tight dark-blue jeans, belt with a huge buckle, and cowboy boots. When I trudge up to my musty attic to grab an artifact, he’s up there too, giving me the thumbs-up and grinning like I can imagine he did when he wrote a lot of these lyrics. Hell, I’ll be holding my erect cock, on the cusp of sex, and his head will replace my wife’s, and this time instead of a gesture or grin he simply gives me a nod and mumbles, “Howdy Do.”