It was the summer of ‘79, and you were at a summer camp with your two childhood friends, William Bruce rose, or just Axl, and Jeffrey Dean Isbell, aka Izzy.

One night, you had convinced Izzy to sneak out of the camp cabins with you, out to the dock and lake.

“Are- Are you sure we aren’t going to get caught?” He stuttered, scratching the back of his head anxiously as he looked around, the camp counselors cabin lights still off.