Well, Granville insists he lead the way. “Lollie and I have been here many times,” he says. We step through the most Puerto Rican doors I’ve seen since Ohio, into a blockade of the biggest men outside, oh, Port Arthur, Texas. There we are patted down, Granville first. “But, you know me, I’m Lollie’s fiancé.” There is a loud echoing shout. “You seen Lollie in here tonight?” Then, there’s a return volley, “Lollie ain’t been here, Lollie ain’t been here.” The guy who is now searching Thayer’s guitar for a trigger and clips says, “Lollie ain’t here. I’ll need some I.D.” Well, since I’d decided to carry two cameras and a case, my Konica became possible explosives or the cover for grams and ounces of what was not my right to take into Nasty’s cause in Nasty’s they reserve the right to serve. Tu m’entiendes? Finally we all get in there and get something to drink. These chicks, pretty hippy naked women, are flying up and down these poles, others are standin’ over our drinks wrigglin’ and writhin’ so, some pussy musta been in one of my drinks. But see, I didn’t get excited until Thayer took over the rhythm section of the sampler and Sawyer with his nonmaterial behind started feelin’ up the naked dancers and runnin’ his tongue over their nipples. Then I couldn’t just enjoy myself. I got to work. Apparently Jean-René is an exhibitionist cause he got almost naked, en realidad, up on the bar with one of those whores. But that was after Sawyer’d filled his nose with powder of great value. I saw what Lollie liked so much in Granville, finally. He kept to himself, enjoyed everybody and danced his junkanoo whenever he felt like. That was usually after a short visit from our boy Sawyer, too. So a fine time was had by all, including the ghost of Sawyer Malveaux. If you look closely at one of the images I have of Granville and Jean-René dancing on the bar with the same woman, you’ll see Sawyer’s handsome head between her legs. A very nasty boy, sí.