Remembering the Good Times...
It's been a strange past year. It's still really hard to believe that Randy is gone. I mean, I believe it... and I accept it. But it's still hard to buy into the fact that I won't be hearing from him again. I remember him calling me at like 7 or 8 in the morning, waking me up, and asking me if I'd accompany him to the hospital. Funny guy. Making me get up early like him! So I did that numerous times... and it was fun. It was fun getting to spend honest quality time with Randy like that. I know he enjoyed having me push him in that blasted wheelchair... and I enjoyed teasing that I'd push him off a cliff, or into oncoming traffic. But that's the type of relationship we had... and it was fun.
And then came "Sketch & Doodle" days. In other words, spending some time trying to draw at Miami Beach while being distracted by nice pieces of ass walking by. And I definitely can't forget just going over to the "Big R's" house to watch whatever movie was playing at the time. Not to mention free Pay-Per-Views. The Royal Rumble was awesome!
Randy and I both suffered through our respective ordeals during the past year. I never, ever would have expected that only ONE of us would still be standing by the end of it all. Yet here I am. Without my "brother..."
And then came "Sketch & Doodle" days. In other words, spending some time trying to draw at Miami Beach while being distracted by nice pieces of ass walking by. And I definitely can't forget just going over to the "Big R's" house to watch whatever movie was playing at the time. Not to mention free Pay-Per-Views. The Royal Rumble was awesome!
Randy and I both suffered through our respective ordeals during the past year. I never, ever would have expected that only ONE of us would still be standing by the end of it all. Yet here I am. Without my "brother..."