Throwback Thursday: Snowed in with a rockstar in Halfway to Someday, here is a exclusive interview with his protector.

Good Afternoon, Ryker. I want to thank you for agreeing to sit down with me today.

No problem. The sky looks like it’s gearing up for another storm anyway. I’d rather be in here with the fireplace and music than outside slogging through the snow.

I’m guessing you’ve had enough of the snow for the time being.

I wouldn’t say that. Winter has always been my favorite season. The pond has frozen over beautifully and there are a few trout in there that owe me a rematch. Maybe this time the little bastards won’t make off with a free meal.

Does that happen often?

Wouldn’t be any fun if it didn’t.  

So, you like the challenge, then?

Of course. What’s the point of doing something if there’s no effort required?

Point taken. So, what would you say would be the best way you could spend a weekend or any free time you might have?

Doing something physical, preferably involving water in some way. Swimming, fishing, canoeing, ice hockey, whitewater rafting, I’ve climbed frozen waterfalls, gone cage diving to watch sharks and even done some waterfall kayaking when the opportunity arose. Suffice it to say I like the thrill and the hints of danger involved.

And yet, you balked at the idea of joining the polar bear club when Jesse suggested you join him in it this year.

Freezing sensitive parts of my anatomy is not something I’d classify as a thrill.

Even when there’s a chance a certain blond rocker might see fit to help you warm them back up again?

There is that.

Given your love of thrill seeking, I’m willing to bet there’s little that scares you.

Not true.

Okay, then what’s your greatest fear?

Failing the people who depend on me and watching someone get hurt because of something I failed to take into account. That’s why I spend so much time running scenarios over in my head, jotting down the what ifs and possibilities until I’ve mapped out all of the potential outcomes and the risks involved. There’s a fine line between risk taking and challenging my physical limitations and being reckless.

Is that something you had to learn the hard way, or was there some early event in your life that shaped the way you look at things now?

A little of both, to be perfectly honest. I’m an only child but being one of the oldest out of my many cousins taught me to have a sense of responsibility for someone besides myself. Of course as a kid I didn’t necessarily see that as a good thing. More like an annoyance and an unwanted burden. I remember this one time my dad and my uncle Desmond sent Kyle’s older brother Colin and I out to check the collection containers on the maple trees we’d tapped. We’d only checked a few when Colin, who was about ten at the time, started complaining that he was tired. Well, you know how teenagers are, moody as fuck, and at thirteen I was no different. He wanted to take a break, I wanted to hurry up and get done so we could go back to the cabin and play video games. After we checked another tree he sat down and refused to budge, so I left him there and continued on, figuring he’d either catch up or go back home. Instead, he got lost and it was well after dark before someone found him. Needless to say, I caught a spectacular lecture about all the things that could have gone wrong and how bad the outcome could have been. I’m not sure who yelled louder, my dad or my uncle, but they sure impressed upon me a sense of leadership and accountability from that point forward.

Well I’m glad the story had a happy ending.

You and me both.

It obviously still haunts you and knowing some of the other things you’ve endured since then, I think it’s best to switch to a more upbeat topic of conversation. Speaking of which, what would you say is the best way someone could go about cheering you up when you’re down?

Just by taking my mind off whatever it is that has me upset in the first place, which Jesse has a habit of doing without even trying. I’ll be the first to admit that I have an unhealthy tendency to brood, so something that can take me out of my head and drag me into the present goes along way towards cheering me up, especially if it involves music and laughter, which, ironically enough, are the two things that also comprise the most embarrassing moment of my life. Something Kyle is very fond of bringing up. He’s even shared it with Jesse, which I will eventually pay him back for.

Well, seeing as how you ripped the door off Pandora’s box, you might as well share it with the rest of us.

Gee thanks.

Of course, I could always ask Kyle to spill it, embellishments and all.

Talk about not playing fair. Fine. Shortly after Wild Child’s second album, I happened to be spending the week at my aunt and uncle’s the same time Kyle was home visiting. Seeing as how long, uninterrupted showers are a bit of a luxury for me, I decided to indulge in one early in the morning when I figured everyone else would still be asleep. I got so into it I started singing some of the songs from the album. Butchering them, really, considering I was trying to hit all of those high notes Jesse hits with ease. Imagine my surprise and utter mortification when I stepped out of the bathroom to see Kyle leaning against the wall across from the door, shit-eating grin on his face, with his phone, in his hand, recording my efforts. No way was I letting him keep that, so I took off after him when he bolted, the two of us running around the island in the kitchen, Kyle playing keep-away with it just out of reach. In my infinite wisdom, I decided to go over the island, figuring surprise and athleticism would give me the edge. I forgot how fanatically my aunt Irene can be about cleaning. Picture a cat on a pledge polished table, complete with arms and legs windmilling and a spectacular belly flop onto the kitchen floor right at Colin’s feet when he was sneaking in to return the carton of eggs he’d ‘borrowed.’ Talk about ending up with egg on my face, literally, and Kyle, that little shit, made off with that recording. I just hope he doesn’t still have it stashed away somewhere.

Well if he does, I’m sure he’ll bring it out at the most inopportune time.

Tell me about it. Why couldn’t you ask about Kyle’s more embarrassing moments, I’ve got a ton of those.

I’ll bet, though in all fairness, you did open the door to that question.

Yeah, yeah.

Unfortunately, we’re out of time, but if it makes you feel any better, I’ll be posing the same question to Jesse when we have him on the hot seat next week.

And you best believe I’ll be tuning in to hear what he’s got to say.

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