Well I'm a single father, kids aren't with me anymore after two years of custody, my lawyer fucked me, I'll get em back someday. So, I have alot of free time that I'm not used to. Most of it is spent fishing, online, playing either drums, bass, or guitair. Music issa huuuuuge part of my life, it touches me and keeps me sane.

Dimevision, Pantera part 3: Watch It Go, Good, Bad, And The Ugly, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, Boogie Nights, The Black Hole, Tron, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, Swimming With Sharks, Conan The Barbarian, The Dark Crystal, Goodfellas, Scarface, Blood In Blood Out, Do The Right Thing, Love and A 45

Dimebag Darrell. RIP brother, I will forever mourn and miss you!



I wanna tell you all about a dream I had last October:

It was right after I had lost my kids, my house, my bike, my Caddy, everything but my pc, stereo, and cats. I was starting a new job inna new place far from the place I had always lived. The night before I started the job, I dreamed I was at a hospital with my mother. Someone I didn't know, but instantly trusted came to me and told me to follow quickly. I ran down a rocky hill outside the hospital and across the street to a large semi-victorian looking house. I ran inside, upstairs, and into a room mostly clored white. There, on the bed, was Dimebag, smiling at me somewhat weakly, he looked healthy, but seemed fragile. I kinda calmly expressed my amazement, laughing and smiling. Then kinda sat down and bullshitted casually with him, told him what was up with my life and all. He mostly smiled and moved, didn't really talk. He fired up a fatass doobie and passed it around with me and the gal that had led me there. I said a few things to make him laugh, then went to the bathroom. Here is the hard part for me to talk about now. When I came out of the bathroom he was standing by the door to the hallway, looking kinda toward the floor, almost looking sad, but more unsure. I said "so what're ya gonna do today Dime?" He slightly glanced at me but never met my eyes. I asked the same question again, and it seemed to echo and fade, just as the light in the room did too. He just kept almost looking up at me, opening his mouth like he wanted to say he didn't know, then I woke up. I had an immediate feeling to turn on my big house stereo, and when I did, "Count On Me" by Default was playing. This was also the only dream I have ever had, where I was consciously controlling my own actions and thoughts as if I was really there.

My thoughts on this? Perhaps God was allowing Dime to say goodbye to every person who loved him. If that is true, Then Darrell Lance Abott went to heaven with the most fulfilled heart anyone could ever ask for. I will never forget his music, his charisma, or anything else about him. He was my brother, and I will never, nor would I want to, ever stop mourning him. RIP Dime.