This flaneur, self-proclaimed bon vivant, was the one who said I could go to grad school. I took the GREs in two weeks in his mom’s well-cooled kitchen, and as we waited, he learned Born and Raised and played it for me. I read Moby Dick because it was his favorite, because we hoped to land on the eastern seaboard, and when we did, we are lobster and tried a clambake, which was gross. Camus and Infinite Jest.












