Gabe “Trout” Taylor


On a faraway Green Line T stop, deep inside a barrel of fermenting beer, a young Trout was formed from the yeastie beasties.  The yeasties adorned Trout with his notorious outfit of choice – homemade jean cutoffs and a hat.  After deciding to finally leave his humble barrel abode, Trout ventured the Charles to swim upstream (like his typical trouty self), and somehow ended up at a foreign doorway in Somerville, MA.  Upon opening the door, Trout stumbled upon two delightful dachshunds … his current whereabouts are still unknown.