a strange drive home from ann arbor this evening. i thought of friends and old times while i drove. i thought of a friend who's name was bill. we were good friends from grade 2 all the way through and past high school. this last winter he died in a motorcycle accident after getting clean from years of battling a drug addiction.

i thought about cruising around in his dad's f-150 pick-up listening to the descendents and talking shit. besides my friend jimmy z, bill was the best air drummer i had ever seen. i actually played in a band with him for a short while.

i miss my friend bill. on this day when we are supposed to remember all the bad things that happened two years ago(and all the shit i went through shortly thereafter), i think of an old friend and the times we shared growing up.

sorry to be so glum, but i can't tell my mind what to go off wondering and thinking about. it just do.