Dylan just got stick and poke tattoos of wheat and canola on his forearms. He is teaching me to drive in Blanche the Malibu. His bike, which used to be his dad's, exploded at an intersection downtown last week. We had to call a TappCar and the guy who showed up to rescue us had the cleanest black SUV and about five diamond rings. I finally convinced Dylan to watch Sister Act 2, the other night, and he showed me Dave Chappelle's Block Party. Sometimes we have discussions so honest they're almost fights, but this is still my favourite person.