You found me. OK, then.

So, times lately are, well, interesting, right now. My name's Gordie. Gordon, really but no one calls me by that. I live in Tacoma, Washington. It's 1974, I'm seventeen, graduated high school, got a job and have an apartment. Which means I'm not old enough to have this Ruger Blackhawk .357 magnum in a shoulder holster under my jacket, and young enough that nobody expects I'd have it, or ever have a need to use it. Me neither. Until I met this woman...seems she witnessed a murder by the local mafia. She's scared. Just wants help to stay safe before she can leave end of the week. She found this kind of mini sex and drug commune where we're staying. This, has been interesting. What's up?