The Story of Chilly Willy
by Fur Lined Volcanoes

William H. Foster grew up in Harlem listening to the jazz greats.

But he longed for something more...

He picked up an electric bass...one of the first ones that came out...and started playin shit that nobody had heard.

He met a cat named Maurice who hooked him up with some musicians who were ready to step out.

Maurice also hooked him with something else...

Before he knew what hit him...Willy was hooked.

The music was out of this world...but Willy was going down fast.

It took six years for Willy to get his shit together...and the music was long gone.

But the cats he played with kept the music alive and funk was born.

When Willy got clean...he started dealing and vowed to keep an eye out for his clients and help them out however he could.

He claimed that being close to it was the best way to stay clean...when he couldn't see it his imagination got the best of him and he would break down.

His friends called him Chilly Willy because he sold...but he never did.

Willy had a successful business for thirty two years and gained many loyal clients.

Few people know about his past...he doesn't talk much.

Most people think that's why they call him Chilly Willy.

William H. Foster currently resides in a fine home in Harlem with his lovely wife.

His three kids all graduated from respectable schools and are currently employed by respectable companies...all of whom wish to remain anonymous.

Willy 1. willing.  2. prosperous; fortunate.  4. preliminary cleaning of cotton, hemp, etc. using a willow.

Chilly Willy 1. total immediate abstinence from illicit drug use with reference to withdrawal symptoms.  2. cold turkey.