December 4th, 2004



Well with that not so fun day less than a week away, I wanted to give props to a great friend of mine. Stingray. Thru much we have been thru, yes. He is one of those rare cases where he was lost (different state, lost contact info) and actually FOUND me. It is rare that humans do that. I know most people I attempt to find who are lost I cannot, usually due to their name being too common and me having no clue where they live (attempt finding a matt, i can assure you no easy task). Well he did find me and I was practically in tears of joy... (or maybe I was not, who knows stupid memory). He holds a few records I doubt will be beat. I use to talk to him on the phone for over 8 hours. Yes, boys and girls, Madd use to actually use a phone. Use might be an understatement. We would sing video game music and all that other wonderful stuff... and of course who could forget talking about his mother. I think Stingray's mother is possibly my favorite mother to talk about. That, of course, is another sad crazy story. Of course, Stingray grew up. He no longer sang video game music over the phone, instead, he does something amazing. He plays it on guitare. He plays much on guitare, and I tell you, his skills are that worthy of a magor band label. I say it not from bias and because he is my friend, for after all, I still do not lie. All one has to do is hear the man play, and I think that speaks well for itself. I wish him well, and I hope God blesses him thru any dark times that life may throw. I know, God threw him me.