Holy shit, I've forgotten about you guys altogether. I'm still devastated about that horrible horseshit that happened to the GREAT DIMEBAG DARRELL. SHRED IN PEACE, BROTHER!

For those of you who don't know, Dime was murdered onstage in Columbus, Ohio, at the Alrosa Villa nightclub. I'm more than honored to have ever met this man... he played a huge part into making me who I am today, and I feel as though I have to pay him back. He is the man who made me want to play guitar. He is my hero; my motherfucking IDOL.

No one will ever be as great as the legendary Dimebag Darrell, not even me, as hard as I try to be.

I feel honored to have met this man twice, the second time being a mere SIX DAYS before his untimely death. I still have his autograph, motherfucking framed and on my wall, along with the shirt he threw offstage. My life will never be the same with him gone, the pain is almost too deep to continue.

Yeah, you must be thinking "What a fucking idiot. He's going all soft-ass because a guitar player was killed. What about JFK?" Fuck you. Dimebag was the coolest motherfucking person to ever walk this earth. He was the funniest guy in the world, always aware of his status with his fans. He always took the time to make sure every fan got to say hello, got an autograph and maybe even shared a drink. I don't know how you can possibly be as cool as this guy.

That's all I have to say. Maybe this marks my triumphant return to hi5, although I doubt it.

Chrees