In the story, two kids hide in a rickety treehouse while the werewolves pace below, swiping their claws at the tree trunk. It felt like Stranger Things meets Karen Russell but with a voice that was unmistakably Micah’s.
And how are you getting on with the ten-points business? Remember?—Come up with ten points to send to someone you love. It’s a sort of exercise. To give you a guiding push when you’re trying to keep in touch with friends everywhere.
So I missed the boat for timely entrance into Ween fandom and I only really started listening to anything more than an occasional blare of “Ocean Man,” which everyone agrees is entry level Ween, in my late twenties. Maybe that’s a good thing, all things considered; they say not to meet your heroes, and Gene Ween is my fucking hero.