He's just an american boy. Pilot cravings at a young age, firefighter appetites demanding consideration, this kid has been stuffing his face with boyhood americana since those days you'd "pickle the beast". Okay, so he's indulged in a little american pie, but that's just what's on the surface. Having his older sister Katie as a best friend for quite some time, I've been able to enjoy special insights into his personality and observe his interactions with family, and friends. Kyle has a foundation built on faith. Guided by good family (the McGauley's are memorable people), Kyle often chooses unworldly routes to navigate through his life. He's unwavering in his choices to elevate his spirituality.
As I'm writing this he's in transit, he's hours away from starting a two week mission for his church, performing humanitarian duties (you know, the type of stuff that glossy celeb's use to twitter about to boost their likability) I don't even think Kyle knows what a twitter is. That's what's so enamoring about him, his aberrant choices. I'm still convinced that almost all of Kyle's wardrobe is entirely made up of Savers purchases. Which is hilarious. I wish I had shared a math class with him in high school so when he walked in with a hyper green "Nickelodeon Guts" shirt my morning started with machine gun laughter. When he isn't dressed in unexpectedness, he's wearing nothing. Well, almost. Try Speedos. Kyle is like a less stoned version of Michael Phelps. He's devastating in the pool. He's been competing for years, blasting through swim meet after swim meet. He's also got great pool etiquette. He waited to pee until he was outside of the pool, opting for a lake pleasant piss party (which I happily photographed, and not weird at all). Kyle makes you feel comfortable, like all likable people do. But he does it easier than anyone. I hope, I really hope I remain close to this kid For-ev-er. For-ev-er. For-ev-er. This is Kyle McGauley.