Bob woke up yesterday morning and knew that Sunrise was dead. John Sunrise Carter, whose stated life goal was to become the Spaulding Gray of porn, no longer walked among the living. Bob called to tell me that I was next. I didn't understand what he meant. This morning I woke up and knew that Bob was dead. I laid there in bed too sad to cry. Tomorrow you will wake up and know that I am dead. Tag, you're it!