Troy Dyer. Remember him? You know, the only real thing Lelaina had. The man-child who professed: “There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know, a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle…and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.”

Ethan as Troy (and in general) is still sexy as ever, but I let out audible laughs upon recollection of just how much I watched a VHS tape to hear his voice cover Violent Femmes songs in a band called Hey, That’s My Bike! Sweet goodness, I fell for a hipster before hipsters existed. Whether or not we single out out-laws in the wild west of dating or not, Troy, Lelaina and their crew knew how to hang out and have a great time. Ah, life. Isn’t it fun? Does reality really bite? I don’t think so, not one bit. Stick to your sharona, you’ll be alright.