Bob got me into this whole punk-fashion anarchy trip in the first place. It hit me after the funeral. It was always Bob. Started way back when we were kids, maybe . We were such losers back then. Those guys that sat alone in the cafeteria… getting shit from the jocks… wishing to God they could be cool for just, like, one minute. Then one day Bob had had enough. Being a dweeb was not what he had in mind for our future.