“ YEAH, LEAH SOMEHOW CONVINCED me to come to this thing… ” He leans against the crutches. His cast is decorated in signatures and smiley faces galore, well wishes and doodled hearts in all the colors Crayola has to offer ––– his crutches are no different, despite being loaned by the hospital. He hadn’t the HEART to deny his parents when they’d insisted his friends decorate it for him too. The accident was somehow worse on them then it was on him. Maybe. “ She went to go get us some coffee. I don’t know, poetry’s not really my thing. Why can’t people just say what they want to say, you know? But Leah thinks it might be BENEFICIAL. I love that girl, but I told her there was no way I was getting on that stage, man. ”