Take measured steps. Don’t jut out your hips or swing them too much. You will look like a giraffe, or, worse, a whore.
I heard him use the word, directly, and I knew he was cut from the righteous cloth. Knew he was of the promised land, folded and refolded onto itself to create mountains and ridges and hollers.
As time went by, he marked that grueling place in his heart as one he loved. A love of the word, even tipple.