Seriously. Who wants some copper patrolling the neighborhood? How am I supposed to make a getaway after a successful bank heist with Officer McLaw hounding my every move? No thank you.

The next day approached like an ominous cloud off in the distance, hailing the coming of a dark and terrible storm. Newt’s flight arrived in town that night and I was set to interview him at, “a time of his convenience,” according to his traveling press secretary, a smarmy little rat-faced fella by the name of Ned. To prepare, instead of doing research or talking to others in the campaign who’d dealt with him directly, I decided to harken back to my days in a traveling minstrel show, and use my acting abilities to climb inside Newt’s psyche.