“Hey,” shouts a grizzled-looking dude on the bench outside the store. “Do you know who you look like?”
Styles turns, expecting more of the same, but this particular night denizen is on a different track.
“River Phoenix,” the man announces, a little sadly. “You ever heard of him? If he hadn’t have passed, I would have said that was you. Talented guy.”
“Yes, he was,” agrees Styles, who is in many ways the generational opposite of Phoenix. “Yes, he was.”















