Sorry to be a bummer, but unfortunately, I am reading this right now. The author is a dear personal friend, who has been a guest in our home more times than I could count. His parents house is not 5 minutes from me. We hung/worked together a lot during his touring roadie years, and he even rolled with my band back to NY from a leg we did in New Orleans. He is a brother. Pete was an a-list stage hand/tech on some really big shows, he was known by name at major venues all over the country, but none of us had any idea this was his childhood. I'm just trying to get through it one chapter at a time, but it is really hard. So heartbreaking it physically hurts. As they say, you NEVER know what someone else is going through. Never.


