So long ago. It was October of 1898. My parents decided to retire and move to Tampa, Florida to this new housing development. I had loads of friends and a boyfriend I left behind in Pa,, but who cared; Florida was beautiful, and I wanted to make a new start. I was there maybe 3 weeks, going crazy cuz I had no weed or source for any. I was 19 and working, so meeting up with potheads was not likely. One day, I smelled that familiar smell. The next house over from mine had just finished being built, and was being painted. I look outside and see this GORGEOUS blonde guy smoking a joint (Eric). I ran up to him and asked if I could join in. He gladly obliged and asked for my number. So he calles me up and asked me if I wanted to go to his band, who just changed their name to Deicide , practice...having nothine better to do, and thinking he was cute, maybe something could happen. So I pick him up, and we speed away from his girlfriend, and what I assume was his baby. I was thinking "what have I gotten myself into?" So I get there, and meet the band. Eric and I become fast friends, and I began to really like Steve. He called me and we went to a few movies. One day, Eric, Steve and I went to the Oldsmar Flea Market to whenre Ace's record's used to be. The Amon shirt was on the wall, and Ace would not let me buy it cuz it was the display one. Eric and Steve were rummaging thru magazines; reading about morbid Angel. In one interview with Dave, he was asked if Tampa held any other good bands.."Well, there's this band called Amon"....I ended up returning to Pennsylvania cuz I missed my olf friends and boyfriend. When I moved back in April of 1990, I called Steve. His mom told me he was touring Europe. I could not believe it. We saw each other at shows a few more times, but the last I heard he bought a house in Palm Harbour. I also knew them thru "Ritchie Rich", and the satanic house they had in 92. Good times were had by all. Those were the good old days. Now i sit in toronto and eat pudding and cry and wish my life was just a tiny bit more like it was. Those were the best times of my life. And pssst! Benton got married ijn a CATHOLIC church!! But he's a good guy, and a great painter. I mean of portraitsl; he did not work with Eric.