Myrtle Beach, NC.

I spent some 5 hours in Myrtle Beach, between buses.
An old guy at the Greyhound's told me he was a physiognominist and could read my face.
I was to meet a blue-collar worker, very smart and to have two children, a boy then a girl
- he didn't say if it was with the same guy.

I've been hanging out in dive-bars along the road ever since, but the prediction never came true.