Blister Jones

Blister Jones is a Fiction Story Book. The book describes that How my old-young friend "Blister" Jones acquired his remarkable nickname, I learned one cloudless morning late in June. Our chairs were tipped against number 84 in the curving line of box-stalls at Latonia. Down the sweep of whitewashed stalls the upper doors were yawning wide, and from many of these openings, velvet black in the sunlight, sleek snaky heads protruded.