Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “Honestly? I have no idea whatsoever.” It looks like a ritual of some sort. “Well, anything’s a ritual if the garb is native enough. You, uh, wear those hats to the supermarket, and you got yourself a ritual.” Sure. Are you polishing off a mini-bottle of Dewar’s? “No, no. They didn’t … Continue reading Honky, Conch, Woman