One of my and Austin's favorite musicians was murdered last night.
Its weird because I had a dream of a dead man with slicked back hair lying like he was asleep underneath clear water behind my old pink house.
And in my dream, I told people he was there and all they did was murk up the water over him until you could not see him any more.
I kept telling them he is there, you have to wait for the water to clear.
Wait, wait...he is there...
and then a break in the cloudy water showed his face.
And there was my friend laying with his body straight, his hair slicked back , and a perfect Elvis like black suit...untouched.
I got the news today, he was murdered. Blunt force trauma in front of an Autozone.
I am very certain who and what he was waiting for and I hate that he was still involved in something that made me quit being his friend.
Its been awhile since I have spoken to him but I found the uncut samples that he asked me to produce and promote.
I played it tonight.
I never did think he could kill his fondness for the snow.
So I tucked the songs away and moved on.
I hate that I was right.
I hate even more that his 8 year old daughter that he loved more than life but less than coke is going to be without her Daddy.
Damn you, damn you!!
A steel guitar wont have my freind's fingers strumming on it ever again.
And my heart breaks tonight!
The Blonde lost her tune tonight!