His dark, wavy hair, tousled in an effortless way, falls messily across his forehead, brushing his eyes. I notice the black plugs in his earlobes—small, simple, but still enough to remind me he’s not the same boy I grew up with. Two hoops sit on either side of his bottom lip, like a viper. He also has a strange small piece of black tape just under his right eye, which confuses me, but it’s not even his
