One misguided November, the city of San Francisco designated Front Street as an official polling place. Things went well except for Billy leaning over people’s shoulders. “You’re voting for that asshole? Not on my watch,” and interesting note: punching someone in the dick while that person is filling out a ballot is, like, a federal crime squared.
Also, Bobby stole all the “I voted” stickers and kept sticking them on Phil’s back when he wasn’t paying attention.