During the course of MFF which I was in attendance at as, for my first time, Con Suite Staff, I received a phone call from my mother, just as I was leaving, which is better than on Saturday or some shit. My uncle has been killed in a car accident in Pacoima California. I was extremely close to him where Uncles are concerned, he was barely any older than me so he was more the older brother I never had than an uncle. He will be sorely missed, and I have already had a night of drinking and crying to myself.

I won't dwell on it too long, I never do, so nobody has to worry about me suddenly killing myself in a month or what the hell ever, but he will always be in my heart and memory. I love you Brett, you were like a brother to me, rest in peace mate.