Back in the day when we were young and hip and Kevin would get us in ACL Fest and all our friends had not yet abandoned us for “family” or “dream jobs” (Ouch! That was rude, Hil.), Husbanks had a dream. His dream was that he would be one of those people at ACL holding the tall flag alerting friends to our location in the crowd. He wanted our flag to say “Cuatro Gatos Negros” because we all had black cats (RIP, Mercedes). Today, I post about a member of Cuatro Gatos Negros.
He is a ball of fluff and fat just like Martin (was).
Django too got a summer cut!
Rarrrrr Django! You little lion. You and Martin should become email pen pals so you can compare notes about your experience.