erking 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 day is Fat Tuesday, brah!

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.

Crayton thinks it's hilarious. More than a few of these idiots think this stuff's real ...

He won't be laughing long.