“Course ya don’t believe me. Shame to. Most my stories kin be backed up with actual records. Pictures too. Yer loss, runt.” Takin’ a deep breath he shook his head and groaned.
“Figures I’d find ya here….gotta tell ya it’s funny ta sit back and watch ya try ta figure it out. Why ya love the cold fucking snow in Canada so damn much, the stink of dead fish and Sake.” He chuckled. “I mean…I know why yer drawn ta all that. Don’t think I’ll clue ya in just yet, too much entertainment watchin’ ya try ta figure it out fer yer self.”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets Creed leaned casually against the red brick wall.
“Tonight ain’t the night, runt. But, when yer ready ta find out who you really are, get in touch.”