Memory is a funny thing. I was walking out of a corner store several years ago and ran into my friend, Matt Brown. Matt was probably 6’1 and probably weighed 130 pounds. For as long as I can remember, he was skinny and tall. He asked me if I could drive him home and I told him yes. On the ride, he told me he played bass in a fairly new band, Evil Army. He talked about how popular they were and how much he loved playing with them. I saw him play once with another band called Horla. On stage he was a mass of fury. He was a great bass player. Off stage, he was kind and sweet, at least he was to me. I knew had issues with heroin, but back then, everyone was on something. I didn’t think much about it. I gave him my phone number and dropped him off. He said he’d be in touch. That didn’t happen. He passed away about a year later. Overdosed.