I went to elementary school with Zack AND I’m a big old true crime whore. So imagine my insane shock and surprise when I picked up Shake The Devil Off at Barnes & Noble and read “…he grew up in Ojai in the early 80s.” I yelled, “WHAT?!” out loud. My hometown is super small. I didn’t remember his last name. I looked at his pictures again, and I KNEW I knew that kid.

He was THE funniest kid. That funny kid you will ALWAYS remember who just moved away one day. We were thick as thieves. Then he was gone. I was heartbroken to read of his fate, and his poor girlfriend. I’m riveted to every ghost hunting/crime show I see about them. And I’m aching yet terrified to visit the scene. Oh man. It’s surreal as hell to me.