Salem

I have many Witch friends too, now. But it wasn’t always the case, 

and I fumbled a few social moments; there were some faux pas. 

In Boston, in 1984, I was at a New Year’s Eve party, flirting 

with a woman in black hair and purple everything else. 

She was smoking, I wanted to, I was into menthols back then—

I asked her for a Salem. She looked violent for a moment.