”Doing as he was told, he ended up with a very simple tent that was just big enough for him to lie down. Looking at the tent, Ed asked, “What keep... the ribs from breaking?”“Oh, they can break, but the entire rib area is honeycombed with cotton fibers. They’ll hold it up even if you smash it with a hammer.”Ed said, “I’ll have to tell Catherine that she did a nice job on the design next time I see her.”“Oh, you know Catherine?”“Yes, I do. I’ve visited her shop many times in the past. I would have. I ushered her in.Now, I did ask her how she came to be 'abroad' naked, but she didn't make much sense, quite honestly, so I can't explain it to you now. I was drunk, she was drunk, and we were naked. So there you have it.I told her to stop the night with me, and we would get her clothed and back into her room, in the morning. I got back into my bed, I was still naked. I could have put something on, I could havegiven her a big baggy t shirt to sleep in, but in both cases, I didn't.She got into. She stared at me, just stared as I looked at her. She was wearing a long skirt, sweater, and had her hair flowing in the wind. Her eyes just never left mine, and for some reason I never left her’s. I just stared and stared.Mike, a fellow back up hits on my side. “Hey, coach is calling for you. Jesus wake up Dylan.” I shook my head, looked over and saw coach yelling for me. I grab my helmet, get the play, and run in. After making my block for the running back, and getting pulled off the field, I. Well…all I can say now is that talking with him, seeing him, feeling him, and knowing him has been somewhat of a mixed blessing. Our good days and our bad days as friends via telephone and in person have been challenging and intense to say the least. As he goes through his pain and healing, he lashes out towards me. I remember one night he called me his speech sounded somewhat slurred, I assumed he was just tired or something to that effect. He had read an e-mail I sent asking a personal.