Well, yesterday was the four year anniversary of my great friend Gary Johnston's death.  He died a hero in Iraq.  I remember his funeral vividly.  Me and a few buddies formed a memorial band, so we didn't have to listen to a bunch of hymns that we weren't into.  That wasn't our style.  We lived and died as rock stars.  We played Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here", and then I did a slow piano version of "Free Bird".  I cried all over that piano.  He was the one of the best men, and friends, I've had the pleasure of knowing.  I would've traded my life for his anyday.  He would've done far greater things than I ever will for this world.  Rest In Peace Gary.

 

Lastly, to finish this post up, I already have my funeral song picked out.  When I kick the bucket, I want this song played.  I'm not saying I'm planning on dying soon, but I want some stuff planned out.