Sun 3 Aug 2008
Derek, you will be missed. R.I.P. Motherfucker. Shot in the head by a cold-hearted bitch. From what I have now heard, said female claims D-bone shot himself. I can tell you with 100% certainty that is not the case. D had been down some dark roads before and this wasn’t one. He was doing well, constructing one-of-a-kind houses in Northern Cali. There is just no way on Earth he shot himself. Although, reports have it that it was his weapon that did the damage. He had been speaking of a “crazy indian bitch” (his own words, not mine) for over a year now. He never referred to her by name, only as that “Crazy indian bitch.”Here’s to you pal. I’ll drink some Red Hook for ya, in your honor. One a day, for six days. We had 18 great years together. You were the first true head I met at WSU. I was tired. D looked over at me, and said, out loud “I always take these when I have a headache:” and winked at me. It was a no-doze I think. And I loaned him a pencil. The class was Sociology 101. That was September 2000. I’ll cherish the times we had. To you, D-bone. Love ya man. Take care up there. I’ll catch up soon enough. ‘Til next time, CHEERS!(I am on the left, Derek is on the right, circa about 2002)~KM
