Grace is by far one of the most eye opening individuals I have ever met. That time in the mountains with my palm open was chilling. The Nashville trip and all the other times we've spent sharing the mind and sole is something I can never say thanks enough for. To know her is to love her to not is your loss, to be part of her world is like discovering a heart in a forest, if no one's around it does still beat!

Gracie was a nice, sweet girl when I met her back in 5th grade. Shortly after that she started down the path of degradation that led her to be the debaucherous lush that she is today. I think it was Wicca that finally sent her over the edge. That or driving the big rigs. Maybe it was a combination of the two...lonely roads and full blown orgies under the moon. At any rate, she's still a peach of a girl (but I have low standards)...sentimental, never gives up on a friend, ready to go at a moments notice when you have a plan, and could do 5 shots of tequila in a row at sweet sixteen. While I haven’t driven with her since she tried to turn I-20 into Damnation Alley on our way to Monroe one day, I’m still going to throw this out there: If you have a choice, don’t let her drive! Oh and the most awesome thing about her is that she’ll forget what you were talking about five minutes later so you don’t have to worry about her gossiping! I’m really glad I can call her a friend and am blessed to have had her in my life for 20 + years. Now, I’m going to go puke! (-;

Grace can parallel park a Mack truck, I swear to god.