Burning through life with a voracious mix of passions and an earnest compassion for those around him, he doesn't test the waters, he drinks them down and chases them with breathfuls of Northbird.
In a deep V-neck he hugs you, shakes your hand, pats your chest, wrestles the ball from your kung-fu grip, orders you a pizza, turns the light off and leaves his music on.
One mile later, two years after, three beers down, four bowls in, five assists, six points, seven rebounds, eight takedowns, nine knockouts, ten Japanese crab kills, twelve step program, sixteen chess pieces and though two are knights, only ours is Knight.
