I was in the studio tonight, and I was asking Marq ("Waterfalls" bassist) about our friend Darrell. Darrell was at a local bike shop and he fancied a red Yamaha R6. I told him that it was too much bike for him, and Marq begged me to talk him out of buying it, so we both did. He bought it anyway and promised that he'd only ride it with us. Anyway, I asked Marq about Darrell, because I hadn't heard from him in a while, and he said, "We buried Darrell on Thanksgiving weekend. He died on the bike that you and I tried to talk him out of getting." Now I feel at fault, because maybe I could've tried harder. I don't know man. I'm really screwed up right now.