“About my height, but not as handsome. Brown hair. I, uh, think he dyes it nowadays.” “I haven’t, Bob.” “Although, if you meet the him that’s from 1986, he won’t need to dye his hair. It’ll still be brown, though.” “Huh?” “Goes by Hewis. He’ll, uh, yell at you for calling him that, but I … Continue reading Scottie Doesn’t Know