There were people all over the X with very odd paper hats on.

At first I thought they were really, really cheap Klan members.

“I ain’t puttin’ on no cloth hats like them uppity honkies down in Birmingham.  If paper is good enough to wipe my mouth with, it’s good enough for hatin’ black folks with.”

I kept seeing one hat here, one hat there, and they just appeared at random from all directions.

I was trying to read them, but the people wearing them kept giving me dirty looks for staring at their head.   If you are going to put a big fucking paper bag on your head, and write things on it, people will try to read it.  If you don’t want people to stare at you, don’t wear the damn bag … or at least don’t act annoyed when they do stare.  You’re the one with the frigging bag on your head.

But I digress.

I finally found a blackjack table full of the bag people, and stopped to inquire as to why they had bags on their head.

They informed me that they got them at the bar in the X called “Dick’s”.  I didn’t ask them why they got their heads bagged at Dick’s because it sounded quite profane, and I find such references to be very offensive.

They did, however, agree to let me take their picture.

I still don’t completely get it, but … whatever.