Jimmy loved to play the guitar, he was quite good too. He had a voice just as fine and could write great songs. He however was no good at marketing himself and could get no one to take an interest in his talent. He played small shows in bars around his town. There was magic happening on those stages but people wouldn't even look up to see him play. It's like he was a ghost performing in a room full of people who were too busy with their lives to even feel his presence. One night after drinking quite a bit Jimmy took a walk through the woods, in his mind he was thinking 'this is the end I might as well just end it all tonight'. Before entering the woods he filled his pockets with pills and brought a pistol. About a mile into the woods he came to a small clearing and sat down then popped a few pills and chased...