Me? I’m Bobby. Huh? Oh. Bobby Erickson. Yeah, I knew him. Didn’t everyone?

He was a good guy. Sophomore year, we were the only ones who made Varsity. He helped me out with Spanish and stuff. I dunno, it’s kind of weird to talk about him. None of the guys thought anything was wrong.

I mean, yeah, sometimes he would get all deep and stuff, you know? But, you know, we’d get a can of beer in him and go hang out with everyone else and then he seemed okay.

It’s weird now. Everyone’s trying to figure out what went wrong and crap. I dunno what to say. Yeah, if I knew he was messed up, I woulda said something. But Andy’s gone, and now we can’t do anything about it.