Dylan Who

we'd drink something that'd give good boot something strong he'd tell me about Dylan T the boathouse the scenery how he'd party with the worst of them show 'em how it's done and maybe somewhere between the laughs and the re-fills it would spiral downward to past loves ideals the occasional awkward stare and silence Then we'd part ways fluff-brained wobbly and forget what we'd learned about each other by the morning.