I couldn’t hit an elephant’s ass with a bull fiddle.

As I clung to the chaparral that day, attempting to patch up my bleeding finger, terrified by every sound that the bull was coming back, I considered my options. There were only two and they...

Okay… well… learning the two-step is like learning to ride a bull. It ain’t easy. You gotta feel the bull’s rhythm and move with it. Let the bull lead you. Alright… put your weight on...

On the wall hung a picture of an ugly old Cape Cod house. His friends said, ‘Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?’ and Bull said, ‘I like it because it’s ugly.

We made love for 8 seconds. She rode me like a bull.

It is a difficult thing―if not impossible―to forgive oneself for foolish errors, not for trampling a life or goring another with sharp horns, but for being the fool who opened the gate and let the...