NorCal. Kinda...all up and down the place, I guess, followin' the work. Migrant farm work and ranches, mostly. Big country. Mountains always off in the distance. Prob'ly look closer than they is.
[He places his order for the gin when the waitress comes around and stays quiet while she takes care of her, too. For now, he just holds his empty glass and turns it a little, contemplative.]
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[He places his order for the gin when the waitress comes around and stays quiet while she takes care of her, too. For now, he just holds his empty glass and turns it a little, contemplative.]
You? Name's George, by the by.