Adrian Drutin is a character of mine. I saw him in a dream last night, wearing an oversized navy blue sweatshirt, wandering around a dreary street on a cloudy day, his haircut different than I'm used to, short on the sides and poofed up on top, soft dark curls like Bob Dylan on the cover of Highway 61 Revisited. He looked too small to be a threat to the men in power.
