We stood in the parking lot staring at the evening sky for 20 minutes. Watsun Atkinsun had just bummed a cigarette and held it up with two fingers, tracing the streaks of jet exhaust above us. He went on about chemtrails, direct energy weapons, and the arsenal of tools the sorcerer elite had deployed against humanity. 

The tattoo artist from Portland, Maine, was inked from head to toe in occult patterns, Iron Maiden insignia, and a neck piece that read: Not afraid to ride. Not afraid to die. Atkinsun drew on his menthol and returned to our conversation. 

"The globe model is the easiest thing in the world to disprove," he said. "We know the world is flat. But what's next?"

I had no clue. I nodded politely and went back inside.