Stone Cold Fever

Stone Cold Fever"Oh, Yeah," he says, laughing at the memory, pointing at the thin blue line of a vein in his leg, "I lost that one in Miami in Sixty-eight. Needle went right through it and fried it like a piece of beefsteak." He has less subtle trophies: milk-white rippled scars above both eyes from bones crushed and badly healed; silver-dollar-sized brands on both arms and his back; a flaring tattooed eagle arched huge on each skinny forearm, all-American wings hiding the be...