he was a man from the generation of high fives, born in the shadow of the belltower, wearing jeans that never fit right from the start. one of many children lost through the corn maze who never quite found their way out and somehow grew up. all grown into sloppy young adults with big bellies round with 50 cent beer from cactus and brothers and faces red from screaming about matters of no importance to anyone in the world except maybe the bartender, but not quite.