"Hey, son, come here. Hey. Come here. You should cut your hair like mine. Don't have it like that. You should cut it like mine. You wanna to give the ladies two bald heads to play with."
He wore stubby shorts and a singlet in the middle of winter. His face was round and kinda lumpy, scattered with greying stubble. He had intense, but startling, blue eyes, and clutched his bag like he thought it was about to run off.
