First baseman for the King James Bible Martyrs, my favorite guy in the whole New Testament, all those arrows sticking out of him like a pincushion. Sebastian, prince of the partially punctuated, looking woozily upwards as if trying to remember the prayer for aspirin. A for-real tough guy; the record says that after he survived his public skewering, after he healed, he found the magistrate who nailed him up and asked, “Remember me?” Cudgeled, dumped head down in the common privy, this time completely dead, for which he earns my ultimate respect. In this realm of, generally speaking, lowered standards (unfinished thoughts, unspoken words), he was an arrow shot like insight (sharp point, little feathered stem) into the world not hard enough to get all the way through, who wouldn’t quit till he was finished. Remember when you were more like him?