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For me to lie is worthless, you can see right through me. Do Not lie to me. Pretty Much Hate Liars. Love music! Would be in a mental institution without it. Got/Getting me through life. What a life that was/is.
Take my eyes, not my ears.
Metal Head through and through!
LEAD FOOT, LOVE SPEED!
Favorite saying, "Suck A Fat One!"
My youngest brother died a few years back. I never got to know him like I wanted to. I feel I was robbed of my brother, we had so much in common. He was trying to get his head straight, get off the hard drugs and cope with life through guidance of an doctor. Doctor gave him drugs to replace drugs, he took to many and his heart just couldn't take it anymore. He was 39 yrs. old. He did what he could to get through life. Music was a passion, METAL was his preference. I am glad he did not have to learn of the tragic death of one of his favorite people, A Guitar God. A man who could shred a guitar like it was magic, Dimebag Darrell Abbott. My brother and I could have been so close! WHY? I cried for 24 hours straight, listened to "Hollow", over and over, until I fell asleep. Drove from Georgia to Ohio to the funeral. My ex-boyfriend went with me. I am so grateful to him for his support.
The call from my sister feels like yesterday!
"Roger Lee Hinzman-RIP-Music Man"
Dimebag Darrell Lives in Our Hearts
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DIMEBAG!!! I will never forget him. His music has such passion it can quite erotic for me at times, chills, hairs standing on end, no other like him. I will never forget the news on the radio for the first time. I could not accept it, thought it had to be a mistake in the media, then I heard it again and again on every station (decent channels in Orlando area). I drove slower and slower, on the interstate now mind you, with SHOCK, I hear it again with more detail, "DimeBag Darrell Abbott was shot last night by an inraged fan and was killed". I was driving from visiting the teenage love of my life, on the East Coast of Florida, to the Gulf where me and my girlfriend were staying in St. Pete for a little vacation. She did not take the trip with me to the East Coast of Florida, so I was completely alone driving back to our hotel that morning. That was a long ass drive, alone and crying, felt like eternity.
Now a year has past and it feels like yesterday!
NEVER FORGET
DIAMOND/DIMEBAG DARREL LANCE ABBOTT