Bayou folks say the Lantern‑Back Man only shows up when a guy’s on the verge of making a spectacularly bad decision — the kind you’ll later call “growth” even though everyone knows it was just you being stubborn with style. He’s got that Amy Winehouse aura: smoky, sharp, and carrying the kind of tired affection reserved for men who insist they’re fine when they’re clearly unraveling. I met him on a night when I was absolutely not winning at life. Shirt wrinkled, hair doing whatever it wanted, drink in hand that tasted like bravado mixed with denial. Very I swear I’m good, man energy. The fog rolled in thick, and his lantern glow cut through it like the last warm light in a bar that should’ve closed an hour ago. He didn’t say a word — just gave me that look Amy perfected, the one that’s half‑tender and half‑“you’re better than this, love.” I muttered, “I’m fine.” He tilted his head — pure Rehab energy — the kind that says, Sure you are, champ. Then he tapped my phone. The screen died instantly, like it had been caught pretending it had its life together. The river hummed. The night breathed. My pulse finally slowed. He pointed toward the water, inviting me to sit with something real for once. So I did. And the quiet hit me harder than any drink — that Winehouse truth that shows up when everything else stops buzzing and you’re left with yourself. When I finally looked up, he was gone. Just a faint shimmer drifting toward the trees, like the last note of a song that leaves you standing there, hands in your pockets, wondering how you got so far off track. People say he appears to men who are unraveling with charm. I believe it. I haven’t doom‑scrolled by the river since.

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I reread the page for the third time, trying intently to focus, but knowing that my mind was already beginning to drift by the third sentence. The door to the frat house flung open. I ripped my eyes away from my dreadfully boring homework as Mike strutted into the room. A mischievous kind of smile was plastered on his face. The kind I had seen many a time before. "Do you want to do something stupid?" he asked. I shook my head and tossed my book onto the couch. "Screw it. My brain is fried for the night. What do you have in mind?" Mike walked over to the big bay window and flung the curtains aside. Pristine white snow coated the ground. "You always talk about how we need to go sledding at the park since you missed it the last time." "Give me one second." Without another word, I ran up the stairs of the house. At the top, I rapped on one of the white doors. It opened a second later. A bearded face greeted me, a neutral expression peering up at me. "What's up?" "Can I borrow your Santa costume?" His brow furrowed. "My Santa costume?" "Yeah. And a sled or something. Any ideas on that?" His eyes widened in realization. "You're not..." I smiled and nodded. He sighed. The next thing I knew, I had a $200 Santa jacket in my left hand, a Santa hat on my head, and a gray storage box lid in my right. I ran back downstairs. Mike hadn't moved. "Let's go!" I said with a grin. I threw the jacket on, shoved something in my pockets, and carried the gray lid close to me as we emerged into the cold. Mike dropped his Hummer's tow cable and I grabbed onto it. I took out my phone and sent a quick message in the dorm group chat, urging all of the freshmen to come outside immediately. Mike drove slowly, relatively speaking. It was a smooth ride. I only flipped over like twice. As we crept closer to our dorm down the college's main street, I saw the confused guys beginning to congregate. "Ho ho ho!" I bellowed. They began to walk towards the road, and the familiar Hummer they all knew far too well. "Merry Christmas!" I gripped the tow cable with one hand, then reached into my pocket and removed a handful of mints. I threw them as far as I could, which admittedly wasn't very far since I was sitting and only had one arm I could use. The freshmen doubled over in laughter.