He reminds me a bit of Caine, from that 70s TV series, Kung Fu. Shaven head, with just a bit of hair on top, a “last hurrah” of hair for a fifty-something writer and private investigator with jade beads around his neck. He’s the kind of person who’s learned to be comfortable being uncomfortable. Me, I’m just uncomfortable. I was
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