Tyler was once Robin Hood. He was once a pirate, and for a moment a vampire. His mother sewed the costumes every Halloween, carefully stitching together the patches of felt. Tyler once made a half-court shot in the St. Mary’s Elementary School playground. No one was there to watch. Tyler is a New Englander, a Bostonian at heart. He has conquered oceans and braved storms. Saltwater runs through his veins. According to his high school diploma, he is, in fact, a scholar and a gentleman. One winter night, he smoked a joint in a snowstorm. Tyler loves his mothers baking, and her powerful Boston accent. He has moved away and has regretted every moment of it. He has seen lightning strike. In the summer time, his hair gets salty from sailing all day. He is a New Englander and doesn’t forget where he’s come from.