Yo,
Had a fun night tonight; got drunk, saw some of my favorite bands...Midwest Murder Society, Cast the Stone, and Drive Theory. Got drunk, and ate some pizza. Man, I'm gettin' fat!!
Anyway, I was thinkin of the whole Dimebag Darrell thing all night tonight. My frined Lins had an article that had an interview of one of the employees of the club in Ohio. He said that his most vivid memory was the horrible screeching feedback that happened after Dime fell on his own guitar. That's just fuckin' chilling. What a fuckin' travesty. What a waste of talent. I've always believed that wasting one's talent was one of the worst things that a human could do, and in Dimebag's case, some fuck did it for him. I hope the bastard that killed him is getting his 1136th sodomy lesson in hell by now...that FUCK.
It just so happens that one of my friends works at a t-shirt company, and had some tees made of Dimebag that simply had a pic of him and the words "Dimebag Darrell: 1966-2004" on them. I got a patch of the pic to hang on my wall.
R.I.P. Dimebag. You will be missed, friend.
-C