-Stevo's POV-
Losing Bob...fuck..er..losing Bob was like losing myself yet finally knowing who I was. He was so...so stupid yet a smarter asshole then I ever was.I lived with him in that abandond warehouse we claimed as ours..he once said..heh...ah...he once said that Utah was what home should be and gave me this talk of how we could always return here and call it home..I didn't believe it at first..I thought it was bullshit.Yelled at him.Called him a poser.Threw it right in his face.It was now, that I realize how right he was.He lived...to die...and...I should be the one in that coffin.He was the only one left.When my girlfriend cheated on me after an understanding, he was there.When Mark and Mike left, he was there.At all the parties and wild nights we had, he was always there.O-on the night he..he passed away..I..I didn't know it was pills that did him in.I just thought he was drunk.The next morning,his skin was light and his lips had no color.I touched his neck in fear and jumped back hard as if I was bit by some rabid dog.He was cold.Ice cold.Died over night,Where the fuck was I?!...I really don't know anymore.My rich bastard of a dad wanted me to go to college to get a major and everything.Finally I took him up on his offer and gave the spiked hair and punk clothes in.My dad and I had an ok relationship but he would never get it.He'd never understand my loss. The anarchy belief in me was strongly fading more and more.I felt it before.The sprit in destruction and no order grew weak until it all killed Bob. I went to college to take a major in law for him. I got out of anarchy for him.It's not gonna claim another life.Not today.Not tomorrow.Not ever.
Losing Bob...fuck..er..losing Bob was like losing myself yet finally knowing who I was. He was so...so stupid yet a smarter asshole then I ever was.I lived with him in that abandond warehouse we claimed as ours..he once said..heh...ah...he once said that Utah was what home should be and gave me this talk of how we could always return here and call it home..I didn't believe it at first..I thought it was bullshit.Yelled at him.Called him a poser.Threw it right in his face.It was now, that I realize how right he was.He lived...to die...and...I should be the one in that coffin.He was the only one left.When my girlfriend cheated on me after an understanding, he was there.When Mark and Mike left, he was there.At all the parties and wild nights we had, he was always there.O-on the night he..he passed away..I..I didn't know it was pills that did him in.I just thought he was drunk.The next morning,his skin was light and his lips had no color.I touched his neck in fear and jumped back hard as if I was bit by some rabid dog.He was cold.Ice cold.Died over night,Where the fuck was I?!...I really don't know anymore.My rich bastard of a dad wanted me to go to college to get a major and everything.Finally I took him up on his offer and gave the spiked hair and punk clothes in.My dad and I had an ok relationship but he would never get it.He'd never understand my loss. The anarchy belief in me was strongly fading more and more.I felt it before.The sprit in destruction and no order grew weak until it all killed Bob. I went to college to take a major in law for him. I got out of anarchy for him.It's not gonna claim another life.Not today.Not tomorrow.Not ever.