it was a tiny town. for the students, there were few places to go to escape the world and drink cheap vodka. tonight was draper, a tiny dog park. it was perfect in its own way. there was open space and a single picnic table. we sat in a circle, our butts embedding their places in the grass. we passed around the holy grail, our baby svedka, and chased the familiar pain with a cold coke. it was a simple and normal night in our tiny town. i loved him in a plutonic way, he was kind hearted even if it was rare that we talked sober. we were sweet together, sweet friends. polite, nice, but nothing more to become best friends.