Sometimes, Mrs. Donna Jean liked to put on a kimono and easy skank.
Sometimes, Bobby and Garcia would join her. Not the kimono thing, though not from lack of trying on Bobby’s part. Garcia had to tackle him right before he got on the stage one night: Bobby was in the full M. Butterfly costume, with the little lips and the giant hair and the wooden shoes; he could only take four or five steps at a time without toppling over, anyway.
“No, Bobby! This band won’t be a party to your cultural appropriation!” Garcia said. “Check your privilege!”
“I won’t! I won’t check my privilege,” Bobby spat.
“You check that privilege, Mister. And give me the slide.”