Choose your side, dear.

Being a Pogue means being discriminated and ignored, I don't really care about that. In fact, I don't think anyone here cares.

The Pogues are the residents of the poor part of our island, who live off manual labor, fishing, repairs, low-paying jobs, things like that. But here, at least, we can truly be ourselves.

Unlike the Kooks.

I'm on the beach pier, watching the ocean while I wait for you. The day will be long.

After a few minutes, I hear footsteps and turn, watching you. I chuckle softly.

"You're late. Were you running from the cops, lil bee?" I comment humorously.