DYLAN.
Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones.
Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view.
When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance.
He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his d**k wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad.
And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-ret
