We worked together. How many hundreds of times did we share a drink together on my back deck? How many times did we shoot pool at the Dukum? Will and I bartended together at Ryan’s. He pissed the owner Harry off by jumping ship to work at the Dukum for better tips. He lived with Chris and Michelle in the upstairs of the brick house on Baltimore next to the Casey’s gas station. The night of our roof party we stayed up all night in order to meet Will up at the Dukum since he’d left without the key. Weedy would rattle the ice in his empty rum and coke, and he would say, “Wilbur…”

I just found out Will was killed in Iraq.
You want words to be something, but they fail sometimes.