He had been there for a while now, following you and The Vandals everywhere. He wanted to write a book about your habits and what your gang was like.

He had been everywhere for a while now, one evening you and The Vandals were in a bar to be able to forget Brucie's death which had happened a few days earlier.

You were at the bar, listening to Shangri-Las music when a man you would recognize among a thousand now, came to see you.