“Hot pink hair,” I added.
The redesigned shirts arrived in less than two weeks. When people came into the store, usually it was for stationery or a coffee mug. We pushed the “missing person” shirts, adding a bit of lore. He’d been a USC student. He’d disappeared on his way back from frat party. No one at the school could remember meeting him. He was the disavowed.
I started a website called the Missing Trojan. There were some sly puns about unwanted pregnancies. Alea got some search engine optimization tips from a hot tech startup lady she knew (and regularly shagged). We started getting hundreds of hits per day, but unrelated junk continued to fill up my inbox. There didn’t seem to be any good reason for it. My theory was that the bots were running the show already and we were just perf
