He was a good ole boy from way back. For what it was worth he called himself a "hippie-neck". He had done everything under the sun to make a buck. But he was in life like he was in love he stated "shit out of luck"

He reminded me of my uncle Stevey, but was it just because his legs too were eating him alive.

He loved music of any style as long as its classic rock. He talked about his killer system he had once before he had to hauck. He had vinyl from Pink...