Cassady to my Keroauc
Luke Heyman and his hair
His hair said it all.
We weren't sure what all it was saying, by it had it said. Something about Mexico. Something about foreign films and literary experiments. Something about sneezes and kisses, generosity and friendship, jokes and spontaneity. About not caring; about not trying. About friends covering for you and being there for you and about how no matter how far you go, there's still Ohio.
It was genuine monster-slaying hair.