And after those soul-crushing hours, we’d drive across to the Black parts of town—there always was a Black part of town, you understand, the segregation in the States is so endemic. You’ve read about the redlining, yeah? Shameful, shameful… Anyway, we’d visit these establishments and we’d be the only white people in the room. Can you imagine? Silly, awkward me traipsing behind Howie, who was like a ball of offensiveness barreling through every single venue. The saving grace was that the patrons liked to drink with us, and for obvious reasons they found us amusing.
