Jimmy and John were friends the moment their mothers were wheeled into the hospital at the same time on the early morning of October 17th. The fall air was still crisp, welcoming the two children into this messed up world only two minutes apart. In the slumps of Atlanta, Jimmy and John grew up playing kick and chase and King of the Hill together. When 14, the boys got a job at the cotton factory down the road where Jimmy’s uncle worked. This photo hangs on John’s wall from the nigh Jimmy became his only family. The night their mothers and their book club were murdered in their own home. Ever since then, the two have been leaning on each other, making a living at the cotton factory, 50 hours a week.