It’s not unusual for Thanksgiving temperatures in Florida to exceed 80 degrees. We were sweating outside of my grandmother’s condo in Venice when Brian rolled up — five hours late — and fell over on the grass piss drunk. His bike landed beside him with its wheels spinning, and he lay like a dying cockroach, grasping at the air. He showed up just as we were preparing to leave for home. He was on his bicycle because by this point he’d gotten so many DUIs, the state had suspended his license indefinitely. What I didn’t know at the time is that you can still get a DUI on a bicycle. I would learn this three years later, when he was arrested for the final time. Although, on that particular occasion, he wouldn’t even be drunk...