i was in wall-mart
and a guy recognized me, ran up to me and said "today is the 2nd anniversary of darrel's death"
i know a lot of dead people, i've had a lot of people overdose and also stabbed and shot people bleeding out in my arms, i didn't know anybody that had ever even been east of the mississippi when the twin towers fell, but i know a lot of people that died in this ridiculous Iraqi war we're having
i know dozens, pehaps even a hundred people that have died, so i said "darrel who?" and the guy in wall-mart says "dimebag, today is the 2 year anniversary of dimebag darrel getting killed"
he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a photo, then it hits me, i recognize who i'm looking at, and he knows that i know what the picture is, but he shows it to me anyway.
the picture is a dollor-store-camera-pic of Pantera standing in the living room of another friend of mine. me and this guy personnaly knew Pantera, this was a pic that this guy had been carrying around in his back pocket 24/7 365 for a couple of years BEFORE dimebag died, and the couch in the background was a couch that i've had sex on, i actually personnaly knew dimebag, but i'm still objective enough to be the first person to say that his music totally sucked, but i also knew him enough to be the first person to say that he was way nicer than the other band members, dimebag had a genuinely nice-guy soul, and that, totally seperate from him being a celeb, he was a real human being, in the way that most celebs aren't, no one on earth had any legit reason to kill him, and for me that's the thing that makes his death sad, not his goddamm celeb status
