Miss
Nobody stole Slash’s hat. Miss Nobody walked right through a cold
November rain, across a wide open plain, to a desolate church graveyard
and swiped the hat off his head while he cried with his ax. He didn’t
protest. He didn’t care. From his fingers, one of the great guitar
solos of all time. The Donne Anonime smiled back a thank you and continued her journey without breaking stride.