Danny earned his keep

the first time around. 

He spent half his days

on the ground. 

He thought it and he got it. 

He led us to the moon,

We won't be down anytime soon. 

Danny on the East Coast 

danced with a girl on his shoulders

Danny on the East Coast 

didn't believe in getting older. 

He could defy and deny.

You see Danny, my guy,

was never gonna die. 

Danny couldn't get calm. 

He cursed out our mom. 

The work kept comin' 

He tried to keep runnin'

His hands and his head felt all wrong.

Danny on the East Coast

got weird without a beer. 

Danny on the East Coast

started lookin' the dog

straight in the eye.

You see Danny, my guy,

was never gonna die.

Sad and mad Danny 

sulked in front of the late night Mexican joint

He had a bullhorn, a handgun

and absolutely no one to disappoint.

Danny, that boy

couldn't take a warning.

I begged him to grieve

He asked me to leave

He got hauled away Christmas morning. 

The action kid who believed and achieved

Kind of forgot how to breathe.

That's all in vain I guess though 

because, you see Danny, my guy,

was never gonna die. 

You turned to leave

But I realized that right there

was where we need to be

right then.

So I

pinched the fabric at the waist of your shirt

and tugged 

you back inside. 

You whipped around and pressed your mouth to mine. 

My hands were

cupping your face,

the pads of my fingers brushed over 

the freckles on your jaw. 

Your hands were

warm 

at the base of my rib cage.

Whoever said Virginia's for Lovers

was absolutely right. 

You had specially chosen words and phrases that you knew would make me lower my eyes when I stood shaking before you. The things you said to me first sat in my lower belly. Eventually they spread and filled every crevice in my body. What you believed about me coated my long bones and then it's two years later and those things are all I can think about.

It's easy for you to forgive and forget your past because it's just that to you- past. However, it's my present, it's my everyday. I'm terrified it'll be my future. 

I'm boring. I'm shallow. I'm too much of a rule-follower. I like the wrong music, the wrong art, and the wrong people. 

You let me known these things when I was 13-years-old and I didn't have the tools to deal with a collision of this size or intensity. Hell, I shouldn't have even needed those type of power tools. 

Now, I'm around you everyday again. When I hear you go on about the significance of your astrological sign, I feel the rage collecting in my joints. In my knuckles and knees. 

I hate telling this story. Mostly because I still don't think anyone will believe me. 

You were there. Always there. You were a constant. I could look to you and point at you and think, "Yes. Him. That boy over there in the frayed shorts is the reason I'm heterosexual. Isn't he great? Watch him glow."

And oh wow, did you glow. You were funny like me and paranoid like me and loud like me. I wanted to be around you all the time. 

We laughed at each other and everyone said we belonged together. We were a special kind of seventh grade affection known as "meant-to-be." I believed them and you must have too. 

Boy, the thing is, I truly believe I would have married you. We could have kissed and touched our way into our twenties. You would have popped the big question, and I wouldn't have been sure, and I would have said yes anyway. We would have three kids. Every year on Easter, I would have dressed a big ham and felt very proud when I watched you cut into it. That is how it should have been. 

But you left west. It wasn't anybody's fault. You left and I got left and two weeks later I noticed a girl with long hair who smelled real nice. Her eyes were round like bowls. 

And suddenly, I was dealing with the sexuality crisis I should have discovered about ten years into our marriage. I don't blame you for keeping me in the dark. I wish it could have lasted longer. 

The film is about a farmer in America who is internationally known for having the largest, most complicated corn maze there is. The town he lived became famous for the maze. However, eventually he became bored and restless in his life because he thought he had peaked already with his grand corn maze. He had no wife, no children, no goals, only corn. So one day he woke up and decided that he wanted to do something different. He had done a lot of planting and watering and harvesting from above in a cheap air plane he had purchased to tend to his corn maze, but he had never traveled the maze himself. So he set out that morning to walk through his corn maze. However, I guess he didn't fully realize that the fun day walk he was planning, was in truly the largest, most complicated corn maze in the world. He was the father of the maze for god's sake! He thought he of all people would be able to walk through it with ease. But he was so wrong. He walked for days and then weeks through the twists and turns. He couldn't just push through the corn itself because of the way the maze was configured. The farmer had bred a new type of corn with amazingly strong stalks that wouldn't break. And, he discovered a brand new way to plant the corn extremely close together so it couldn't be pushed apart. The whole idea behind the corn maze was that there would be no cheating. What about when the maker himself wanted to cheat though? The farmer eventually gave up trying to find a way out. He stayed in the maze for two years, sustaining himself off of his own corn. On a warm afternoon in his second year among the corn, he lifts his crooked nose to the sky and takes a whiff. What he smells is chili peppers. He follows the scent of chili peppers, and he follows it until it leads him out of the maze. The farmer is astounded to find that in his lengthy absence, a new farmer moved into his house and had taken his land to grow chili peppers. He went to talk to the new farmer, and discovered that he planned to take down the corn maze to expand his chili pepper crops. The original farmer must decide what is important to him and fight for what belongs to him.