Stone had learned from a demised friend that gifts to people were to be more personal than a kiss. At first, he felt appalled by such a practice, but as he had grown older, a whopping three decades, plus two years, he had learned that a gift had turned out to be a way to touch the human heart that made it burn with joy, love, and a searing sensation.
And so Stone set out to find Lance Bangle the perfect birthday present. It had to be a certain piece of jewelry that clearly had some spunk to it and melodramatic symbolism. Since Lance had the life of a yo-yo, doing unthinkable tricks to stay alive through his infiltrated tragedies (drug and alcohol use, homelessness, and the suicide of his mother), Stone wanted the piece of jewelry to state hopefulness, remembrance, and survival of all thin
