my sweet gypsy boy enigma. bit's a punk rocker, wallows to the carpenters, is taller than fuck, tutored me in calculus on the phone at 4 am when he lived in florida and me in oregon, he drove hammered leaving my house and got pulled over so my mom and i had to go bail him out and then my dad had to represent him in court, he showed up at party at my folks place in a leisure suit and got sick all night off mushrooms he and his pal picked and ate before coming. they were not the right mushrooms. he'd climb up two stories and climb in my window at all hours of the eve. he likes to call people bucco. he's brilliant, beautiful, strange, and ridiculously fun to party with. i almost had alcohol poisoning when i was visiting him in florida. it was close.
Byrone, you sexy hairy manimal. His brooding gaze holds the mysteries of the universe, but don't bother asking him. He'll never tell. He is an enigma wrapped in a conundrum trapped inside the most complicated puzzle imaginable. Byrone is a mathematic genius, incredibly well read and goddamned hilarious. Everyone wants to be near him, to own a piece of Byrone for themselves. Accept that he belongs to the ages and bask in his glow while you can. He'll disappear, leaving behind some eclectic relic of your time together. Cherish it. Hold it close and inhale its scent.
