Beau Shit
"Shootin’ at the birds on the telephone line"

Longtime Cochtotan residents remember the gangly, sandy-haired Beauregard “Beau” Shit as a troubled youth committing petty crimes up and down Main Street. An incident involving a BB gun and a Crimson Tressed Tit-hatch had lifelong ramifications for another local boy but it was his theft of both books from the Cochtotan Library that got him locked up in Juvenile Hall. It was there he built his first guitar out of a bed slat and a toilet seat. Nowadays, he plays fancier guitars and keeps to the straight and narrow. At least until he has one too many complimentary beverages. Bartenders beware.