April 12, 2005
WOW! The stories I could tell. The festivities I could recount. The beers we have drank, do no justice to the friend he has been. I know when my phone rings at 0317 and I hear "NIPPLE DRINK!!". There has been a roll of the dice and a beer tossed into the ring for me. I remember the long nights and early morning where one or boith of us opened the garage door and greeted the sun. Not always with a happy salute, but a suprised "where the hell did you come from" new day squint. I remember the cristening of a new trail and the blessing of an old. The falling down and not wanting to get up. The *uns through the trails of life with nothing but a whim and a beer. He's the kind of person who says, "Hey I haven't done that yet" and makes his mind up after he has done it. NOt worring about the process and enjoying all the new friends he'll meet along the way. He is a good friend and I regret every moment I'm not there. Meet him once and you'll know.
These are my thoughs as I remember them.... Nipple Me Elmo
