Before we arrive a few of us examine this locket. No one can figure it out, but I finally hear “wish you were here” coming from it. Fucking crazy shit! I threw it across the car. That was Megan and Alan’s song! I remember her mentioning during our coffeeshop meeting. I also listen to a puzzlebox that was Alan’s. The box spoke to me. Fucked up. I’m not listening to anything for a while.
I do a little dirt digging and find out Robin Robin Robin hangs out at a local bike bar called, Adult Contact. It’s run by some guy named “Perey Forne”, most commonly known as “Derrick Diggler”. I played at this joint a few months ago. Diggler didn’t recall, so I jolted his memory with a little sass. I get in. The others follow. Dwayne was already allowed in by his holiness, the Diggler. I spot Robin Robin Robin, who by the way, is some big construction dude with no shirt, by the dart board. We banter a bit. Apparently, Alan, Megan’s husband, was searching high and wide for Lorenzo. He had some beef with the locket Lorenzo gave Megan. Alan created a shit storm and it was obvious, because as soon as we started asking questions, Derrick was no longer pleased in present company. The guys and I slipped out the back. We were nearly beaten by the bar hops, but Dwayne pulled around with his car.
Lorenzo liked to hang out at some local dance club, forgive me if the name slips me. All I can remember is this really beautiful, sad man sitting at a table by himself, looking miserable while some awesome New Wave played.