August 23rd, 6:41 PM
“So you're a writer, eh?”
“That's right.”
“Looking for a story?”
“Yeah.”
“In that case, might I make a suggestion?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“See those people over there?”
I turned and looked. There were two men. One had blond, spiky hair
with goggles pushed up among the spikes and a boyish grin that made
him look a lot younger than he was. The other had dark brown hair
that fell in every which way and dark sunglasses that covered his
eyes.
“They call themselves GWANAN.”
