Wesley Gibson died last weekend. Amongst a group of amazing people at St. Mary's MFA program, Wesley was the one who had the most direct effect on me and my career.
He was the first person who knew about BEARDED LADY. That includes Adam.
When I told him my idea, I could barely look at him. He said only one thing:
"Sweetheart, go for it."
He died alone. No one should fucking die alone. Wesley, damn it, why?