Intro - Bo, Harrison's Own Superlesbian

I can't decide if I'm too high for this or exactly high enough for this.
 
I'm Bo, Bo Goins. I'll save you a few minutes of brain activity: you've never heard of my government name because my parents were really on one when they named me. I've always thought it would come in handy if I were ever in a Rumplestiltskin situation where my life or soul or deer jerky stash were on the line in a name-guessing contest.
 
I digress. I'm supposed to tell you about my time with cryptids and creepies and whatnot. I was born on White Oak Mountain in a snowstorm, so my nickname has been Yeti my whole life. I'd probably appreciate it more were I a guy, but it is fun to tell my parents it's what made me gay. You can't just call your little princess a horrific snow monster and not get anything thrown back at you, ya know?
 
Anyway, I just think everyone born in Appalachia has a connection with the supernatural. There's spirits in the hills and hollers, some stronger than others, and they make people see and hear interesting things. Oh, and there's alcohol too. That's what I'm here for really, to wrangle the drunks and demons. Never 100% sure when we get calls which one we'll be dealing with, but it's always one or the other. I guess I've been doing this 10 years, since I met Matt at a dive bar chasing the same... honestly I can't remember what it was. But we nearly killed each before becoming best friends and the weirdest goddamn business partners.
 
Welcome to Blackbottom Paranormal.

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