The first time I saw you two together—arguably the only time I expected the sun to set politely at the edge of ordinary life and let something stranger and wilder take over—was on a Tuesday that smelled like gasoline and jasmine. Bill wore a jacket that had been stitched from stories: faded concert tees, a patch of a cartoon we’d all forgotten, and a map of a city that no longer existed. Ted had a grin that bent light; you could tell it was dangerous if you believed in such things, but more often it felt like salvation.
"Follow," Ted said. "It’s an invitation or a dare. Same thing, really." Dear Cousin Bill And Ted Pjk
Bill squinted. "It says: 'Remember how to be brave when nobody's watching.'" The first time I saw you two together—arguably