"In the lives of best friends it has been documented that certain periods have a tendency to parallel one another. A joyous time in the life of one most certainly will be made all the sweeter as the lives of the others fall into that description. When this time comes and they begin to take turns in boasting about the perfection that is their life each one of them expects all the others to be completely happy for them, and naturally, a little bit jealous.
However, this parallel does have a darker side. Bad news and happenings can become almost suicide inducing under the magnification of a group. You can trust me on the suicide part.
Tonight that group is the four women who, in my earthly state, filled my suburbia with color and chased away the desperation that plagued me. I'm sad to report there will be no jealous glances or back patting about perfection. Tonight pieces of my friends will be drowned out by four sounds: A ring, a bang, a slam, and a sickening squish."
