Waiting for the McCollough boy to get back from his shift at the factory…. He never showers there, like the other men do, like McCollough senior does. Instead he comes home filthy, dust sticking to the sweat on his muscled body, his shirt clinging to his frame. Henry doesn’t know why, but he has an idea as to why. A sinful idea. A very non-Christian idea. Maybe it’s wrong but he enjoys looking anyway, cause what if his theory is right? Henry wants Craig to know he exists.

(Text is fictional. At Coachella, will add source later.)