Jonathon “Coach Ice” Parson’ aren’t this big in real life, but I’d still advise picking a fight with him.

Galveston fills me with anticipatory nostalgia. I want to be a sandy old man with bright white veneers beaming under sunken eyes and leathery skin. Tan lines from my sunglasses, loose-fitting linen clothes, and sandals…

None of us had yet become any of the things we are now. But we were officially brothers.