Wednesday, November 2, 2016


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.  

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