Last night on the opening of Football Season in Fayetteville, Arkansas,  a hoard of drunk idiots jumped Dane, and Jim jumped in to try to break it up. Dane ended up with a busted up face, and Jim a broken arm. That is basically it. I’ll update more when I find out more, as I sincerely hope they are resting really hard right now. 

Both guys are musicians, and I’m sure will need some mad recovery time. Jim also has a family, and I am hoping our little community in Fayetteville (and kind strangers from afar) can band together and help them worry about one less thing as they heal from a senseless beating from troglodytes who can’t handle their alcohol.  

Any amount will help, and I hope we are able to reach the goal and beyond.  I’m just a friend trying to make things better for a friend here since my own desire to enact vigilante justice isn’t an option. 

Blessed be, 
Rachel