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.