(An appreciation by Patrick Works.)
Christopher Duane Mathes is my brother.
Most of you know him as Chris Negro, and as much as he’s been conflicted about that name, and the legacy of his race and how that placed him amongst us, he’d be the first to proudly tell you …
“I was born in Monroe, Louisiana, and I HAVE picked cotton!”
Rumor has it that he’s died. I don’t know. I’ve heard so many damned rumors and stories about Chris over the years that I’ve long ago given up taking any to heart. I never stopped telling those stories that I’ve either created from whole cloth or witnessed myself and embellished to positive effect (I believe) on his legend. He’s too good a character.