The first time I met him was at a Church youth group of all places. I remember my brother dragging me out. I was down and depressed like I was much of the time in my earlier years. He was playing army with hockey sticks in the pews with my other friend and now drummer/life long friend and I remember thinking "who are these idiots"

Who knew that we'd share and give so much to each other over the years. Two dejected addicted misfits forged a friendship tied with music. Over the years we did a lot of stupid and things we probably should out right have not done or even thought of. We were at odds with each other a lot and slowly drifted but he always respected me and even if he didn't realize it I always looked up to him. I can't count the number of late nights we had in his dads garage smoking pot and listening to music and talking and laughing and hating ourselves. Heh, it sounds weird but I miss those days. It was the best to have someone to just spill your guts out at and be understood and encouraged. We both had our downward spirals and I can't imagine my life any other way or with a better person then him.

You`re still my favorite bass player Deano. RIP