My buddy Tim died last night, succeeding at the task of drinking himself to death.
It's ironic, considering that when I met him, I bought him a beer. "You'll see," he said. "I never forget anyone that buys me a beer." That was true enough, but the corollary was even more true.
You see, anyone that bought Tim a beer will never forget him. A true friend, a wonderful musician, a joy to be around. It's heartbreaking that so many bad things happened to him in the last year that he was unable to rally and climb up out of the bottle. Thank goodness we've got his music to remember him by.
RIP Tim "Mad Dog" Layman 1966-2002