Chapter one: are you fucking stupid?!

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE!!!

Imagine finding out your best friend, Reginald "Reggie" Peters, the happiest, sweetest, kindest person you'd ever met was suicidal.

Now imagine Bobby Wilson telling them "why don't you stop being a pussy and just do it already".

Imagine being in the woods, praying to god that you weren't too late. That next week you guys were all gonna play the Orpheum together. Imagine that the happiest, sweetest, kindest person you'd ever met had taken a rope and a cocktail of pills with him to prove he wasn't a pussy. That he could actually do something right for once in his life.

Imagine the fear.