Chapter Eleven
Memes, Memes, Memes
It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, and Ham and Harry are on their way to the old church in downtown Elsinore, where rehearsal is to take place. They’re half an hour early, so after parking the Tesla in an angled space on Main Street, they stop at the Starbucks to grab Harry’s trademark—you guessed it—venti decaf extra-foam soy latte at exactly 150 degrees. By now, his order sounds something like a chant.
As Harry gets his (venti decaf extra-foam soy) latte, Ham waits outside by the door. He doesn’t much like coffee or tea; when he needs caffeine, he just chugs energy drinks.
He looks a little odd standing there in his black skinny jeans and black T-shirt, since it’s a hot summer day and most of the people around him are wearing shorts and sundresses
