Gris-Gris Gumbo

<p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Crayton Breaux makes minimum wage clerking in a French Quarter voodoo shop aimed at tourists. It's enough to pay the rent and keep him in beer and partying because in New Orleans every </span><em style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>day</em><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> is Fat Tuesday brah!</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>As for the voodoo? Well the shop with its skull-and-candles altar and clouds of incense definitely spooks the tourists in from Iowa or Delaware. They clutch their go-cup hurricanes and nervously joke about sticking pins in dolls and gris-gris bags full of REVENGE ON YOUR ENEMY! spell powder.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Crayton thinks it's hilarious. More than a few of these idiots think this stuff's </span><em style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>real ...</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>He won't be laughing long.</span></p>