Hi! It´s official - I´m trash now.

"[Nemo] had a really good year for us. Kinda similar to me, a lotta growth. He's a really good guy, [my] roommate...on the road, so we spent a lot of time together. And, y'know, I think he's gonna come back and have an even better year."

"I played with a lot of guys this year and played with Nemo for a couple games. He's great. He moves puck well, he's got a good shot. He's heady, he makes hard plays. He's-he's a good player and he's gonna be great for us in the future."

Instructions On Not Giving Up

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out

of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbour’s

almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving

their cotton candy-coloured blossoms to the slate

sky of spring rains, it’s the greening of trees

that really gets to me. When all the shock of white

and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave

the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,

the leaves. Patient, plodding, a green skin

growing over whatever winter did to us, a return

to the strange idea of continuous living despite

the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,

I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf

unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.

I saw a quote from Slaf about the Olympics and playing with his childhood best friend Nemo and I think it’s time we do some Slaf Nemo besties in anticipation for the Olympics content we’re about to be fed

boy besties <3