A Stalker killed himself tonight
Not because of her, he was just fucked in the head.
Miss you Root.
I introduced you to Cracky, and for a while it helped.
In the end you could stop yourself from doing what you had to do.
You were a good man, and a hell of an artist. You had no family or loved ones, but your memory will live on as long as I have your ink on my skin.
I'm drinking for you tonight, because I know one day I may walk that same road.