Because Gray was always wrong about one thing. I don’t just think of him on rainy days like today. Or when I think about Halloween. Or Batman (which was of course playing on tv last week). Or when I look in the mirror. I think about him all the time. Because at some point—maybe it was two months or twenty-four years ago—Gray became the only person I wanted to impress. He became the only person whose opinion mattered to me.
