This has been a very strange year, and the few weeks leading into this year.  I was introduced to a woman whom I absolutely adore.  Dimebag Darrell of Pantera/Damage plan was murdered on stage while performing in Ohio in December.  I moved into an apartment, living on my own and liking it.

            Today, February 10, 2005, is one of the worst days this year for me.  I work at NAPA Auto Parts here in Mansfield, and perform quite a few tasks during a day.  I work the counter, run deliveries, and help customers on the phone with whatever they may need.  Coming back from a delivery I was driving past a shop where a man works, who has known me all of my life.  He was one of the nicest people you could ever meet.  As I was driving by, I saw him fall to the ground.  I turned around to see if he was alright, but he was just lying there in a trance, and just groaning.  I went into the shop and the owner call the ambulance, when they arrived, there was no pulse and he was not breathing.

            Knowing I was there when he died makes me feel sick.  Its very hard to describe, and I hope that neither I or anyone else has to go through it.

                R.I.P. Eddie, it's been a pleasure