The Carousel Cowboy

I don't ride horses. I don't like people on my back; I figure they feel the same. I ride carousel horses. Ride them likea pro. I lift my hat to the ladies waiting for their cowboys, and if I see a bad guy, I don't shoot. I capture. I don't ride on weekends. I leave those for the youngsters. Once, a short, fat man of unbearable weight injured a horse. The horse's legs broke under its body. It could not be saved. The short, fat man was inconsolable. With one shot, the vet put him out of his misery. The post The Carousel Cowboy appeared first on NYCTastemakers.