A short walk around Potter's place leads to a large dark tree in the center of the property. Hanging from one of its thick branches is a perfectly made noose. Potter looks at it and lets out a faint chuckle. "I ain't sure why I made it really, but shit it sure can get lonely around here," he said. "Mostly it's the boredom, the kind that makes you not want to keep going. I can't even explain how it gets sometimes."