Let’s face it, we all have that one friend who we KNOW going to be there no matter what. You need a driver to flee the scene? They there. You need an accomplice. They got you. You need an alibi. They got you for that too. You need to cry, slob, and make horrible life choices. They riding shotgun. But what about them? Who looks out for them? Who do they go too when they no longer have the strength to be strong?