Saturday was my moms birthday, Saturday was also the day that Marc ran into the devil.
Marc was murdered at Bucks Lake, the place he loved more than anywhere in the world, he felt safe and happy there.
How could this happen?
They found him laying in the road with a head injury, inflicted by 3 dudes, locals, hillbilly meth mother fuckers, that he had befriended that weekend, bought them drinks, partied with...
Is this a bad dream?