+3 Tenor Banjo

Joe was obsessed with making other people think he was transplanted in the current age (I would call it the modern age, but for all the self imposed de-evolution occurring) from the distant past, i.e. the nineteen-thirties. He came from Jacksonville, Minnesota but lived for a while in Ottowa, Ohio. He became friends with our protagonists while on a hunting trip in Meiggs County.

Joe carried around a banjo case all of the time. He seldom actually played the banjo within, and folks carried on conversations all the time all about whether there actually was a banjo in there at all, or some strange 21st century version of the Tommy Gun... or maybe an evil ventriloquist dummy. Once in a while, however, when everyone was good and plastered, and he was pretty sure noone would remember shit, he'd pull it out and lay something really wicked down on their mostly unconscious spirits. Like the night in question, when, after the fifth round of Green River Cocktail, he played Dillinger Sang.