He was my bassist in high school, and did gigs w/ me at the Union Green Sheet jobs.
We played football together @ Kirkwwod High School also. He was definately nobody to mess with that's for sure.
But it just goes to show you that how things can change over the years.
The last time I saw him he was not playing other than in his bedroom, and was sucessfully contracting work and gainfully employed. Afterall, we didn't make much money doing gigs back then ( 1972 )
The fact that he whacked all of those people disgusts me. I never knew he had a dark side. When someone goes to City Hall w/ a gun, they don't plan on getting out alive.
I hope my father doesn't see this, but I am sure he will even while playing around in Florida. He use to buy an extra gallon of milk because Cookie drank so much after football practice.
Sometimes The World Really Sucks.
