Thinking about you again today...though I've been thinking about you every day. But today I was driving around with my daughter Avery. She's sort of a carbon copy of me, personality-wise. Generally quiet and introspective, but with a goofy sense of humor, and a passion for music and art. She looks nothing like me though. Funny how that works. I've been slowly exposing her to more and more music that I think she might like. Today it was Mr Bungle. There are three albums that will always and forever remind me of you. Patrick O'Hearn Indigo, Gutted Bleed For Us to Live and Mr Bungle Disco Volante. Could they possibly be any different?? Bungle being about the weirdest thing I could think of to show her...and she liked it. As I played it, all I could think of was going to that concert with you. We got VIP passes because I was supposed to interview Mike Patton, but he bailed on interviews that day unfortunately. But we still got to go and enjoy the show from that balcony. What a great time. Anyway...I miss you so fucking much. I keep writing here and if you eventually ever see it, I'm gonna seem totally unhinged. I'm not. I am grieving.