I’m ordering food at a cafe in a small town in Mississippi, and a large man comes up, grabs my hand, starts shaking it, and introduces himself. I smile politely and return to paying the lady. As I’m waiting for my food, he comes up behind me and asks if I want a neck tattoo. Um… What? I tell him I’m not interested, get my food, and go to sit down. He then follows me to my booth, sits down next to me, and starts asking me if I can “draw letters”. I tell him I’m not very good at it and attempt to eat. He hands me a receipt and a pen and insists I try to draw his initials. Growing even more uncomfortable and hoping he’ll leave me alone so I can get out of my booth, I draw him some quick block letters. He then hands me another pen and insist I color them.