until you realize they represent an old friend that died of a heroin/meth/what the hell was PJ doing? overdose. damn, this guy tonight reminded me of Pete. Looks, music, and what little sense of personality I picked up on (of the newbie, not Pete).
Fuck you Pete! You made me cry through Shaun of the Dead. That movie is still haunted for me.
And, I'm so sorry PJ. I'm sorry that we didn't talk more. And that I believed your lies. And that I wasn't there.
Hold everyone close. And visit more. Directives I wish to follow.