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I've got 5 weeks of vacation. I've got a good wife. I've got a good dog. I've got a good house. I've got a good band. Life is, as they say, good.

There is however, some sadness drifting about. Last month I used the facebook to get in touch with my first best friend. His name is Joey Hileman. And we were trouble-makers from the start. But we also made it all the way through cub scouts to webelos, so I figure it all balanced out. We had a couple ackward facebook interactions, and that was that. It was just good to know he was still alive. I must admit I did question it. Joey died soon after those ackward exchanges form a drug overdose. he had a daughter and fairly successful plumbing biz with his pops in NC. It hit me good. I couldn't get him out of my mind. It seems so hard to grasp death at such a distance.

This last week, I was hit with another one. Jeff Pittas. For a while there, we used to spend almost every weekend together. He had a huge bedroom. We used to play his cds super loud, and stay up all night, daring each other to jump out 2nd story window. He was the first person to ever have cds, ever. He could also hook his computer up to his phone. CRAZY! We used to steal benson and hedges from his step-dad. We used make up dances to ABC. We used to lip sync to Trixter, and Slaughter. We used to write heavy metal songs, like "panic stage". We had a ballad too, "love song". We started a band. It was my first band. It was called "High Voltage". Because of this we decided to learn some instruments, (very bill and teds). And thus High Voltage was validated.


Just last week I found out that Jeff Pittas was no longer. Suffering from depression, Jeff decided to take too many pills. His girlfriend had recently been killed in a car accident and Jeff just couldn't get through it. So Sad. Again it's a weird, surreal mourning. I no longer have a relationship with Jeff and Joey from which to mourn. Just a memory, and a distant connection the makes their death a foggy reality.