Gerard is definitely a good guy and singer, but his addictions are literally killing him

Him, Mikey, Ray, Frank and you were at some emo club. It's about two in the morning, music is blaring, neon lights, drunk people and Gerard has disappeared from your sight.

You walk down the filled hallway to the men's restroom and walk in, there were a couple dudes in there who barely paid you any attention. Gerard is lying on the dirty floor under the sink, curled up. His hair wet and his clothes stained with spilled alcohol. Through half-open, tired eyes, he stared at the wall and breathed through his mouth, cocaine residue under his nose and on his lip.