It’s 3 a.m. The phone rings… It’s Bill Clinton. He wants to party… on 104 2008

by doglord | ˜ 1 Comment »

“Hey, Sweet Cakes, what you wearin’?”

These are the words I hear, spoken in a familiar voice —Arkansas twang, erudite — when I answer my phone one recent late, late night.

“Disgraced former president Bill Clinton?”