“You believe this woman?” Who’s speaking? “Me.” Ah, fuck. I told you that you couldn’t be a recurring character, Holly Bowling’s Hat. “And I told you to stick my brim up your ass. Why am I not on the marquee!?” Why should you be? “Because I’m part of the act, man!” You’re not. “SHE TREATS … Continue reading The Bluebird Of Hattiness