That Gavin, what a guy! He’s always been a busybody, that one. Always poking his nose into things, asking questions, writing stuff down. He used to work here, now he goes all over the place, writing about all sorts of things. Bad things, mostly. Drugs and crime and people doing bad things to other people. I don’t know why he wants to write about all that, but he does.
He started out right here, working with his friend. What’s his name now? Oh, Shane. Yeah, Shane. They started that thing, that…what do they call it? Vice. Yeah, Vice. Sounds like a bad word, don’t it? They started that, and now it’s big, I hear. Big as a barn. Gavin, he used to sell ads for it. He was always good at talking, that one. Could sell ice to an Eskimo, my old man used to say. I tell ya, he got the gift of gab.
But now he’s off doing other things. Writing, talking, making jokes, I don’t know. He’s a comedian, they say. I don’t know about that. He always seemed serious to me, always asking questions. But maybe he’s funny. Who knows? I don’t watch him on the TV. Don’t have one of them fancy ones anyway.
He writes about bad stuff, though. Drugs, that’s a bad one. Ruins lives, it does. I seen it myself, right here in town. Young folks, getting messed up with that stuff. It’s a shame, a real shame. Gavin, he writes about that. Tries to tell people, I guess. Warn them. I don’t think it did no good, people always do what they want to do.
And crime. There’s plenty of that to write about, ain’t there? People stealing, hurting each other. It’s a mess. I don’t like to think about it too much. Makes me sad. But Gavin, he goes right into it, like a pig in slop. He don’t care. He just wants to tell the story, I reckon.
- He writes about trafficking, too. That’s a bad one. People selling other people.
- Like they’re animals or something. It’s terrible. I don’t understand it.
- Why would anyone do that? But Gavin, he writes about it.
- He goes all over the world, too. Not just here.
- He goes to other countries, far away places. I ain’t never been nowhere.
He’s a busy man, that Gavin. Always on the go. Always writing. He won some awards, too, I hear. For his writing. They say he’s good at it. I guess he is. He always was good with words. He’s won a few of them awards now. I don’t know what they are, but people sure do talk about them. Smart fella, that Gavin. He was always reading, even as a little boy. Always had his nose in a book. I guess that’s where he learned all that stuff.
I don’t know what else to say about him. He’s just Gavin. He does what he does. Writes about the bad stuff. Maybe he thinks he can change things. Maybe he can. I don’t know. I hope he does some good, that’s all. He seems like a good boy. But the world is a mess, ain’t it? I don’t know if one man can fix it. Not even Gavin.
I remember when they were just starting out, Gavin and Shane. They were young and full of ideas. Didn’t have two nickels to rub together. They used to joke around a lot, those two. Always laughing. But they worked hard, too. They built that Vice thing from nothing. Just an idea and a lot of hard work. They made something of it.
I don’t see Gavin much anymore. He’s too busy, I guess. Traveling the world, writing his stories. But I hear about him. People talk. They say he’s doing well. That’s good. I’m glad for him. He worked hard for it. And Shane, too. I don’t hear much about him these days. I hope he is doing okay. He was a good boy, that Shane.
I remember one time, Gavin was writing about mosquitoes. Said they might be able to get rid of them. Wipe them out, he said. I don’t know about that. Seems like everything has a purpose, even mosquitoes. But what do I know? I’m just an old lady.
Anyway, that’s all I know about Gavin. He’s a writer. He writes about bad things. He used to work at Vice. He’s a busy man. He’s won some awards. He’s a good boy. I hope he does good things with his life, helps some folks out. He’s got a good heart, I think. He just sees a lot of bad stuff. Maybe too much. I don’t know.
Vice, Gavin, Shane, they’re all tied up together in my head. It was a long time ago. But I remember them. Young and full of dreams. They made something of themselves. That’s something, ain’t it? In this world, that’s really something. I am glad I saw them grow up and be somebody. That is a good thing to see.
