My best friend Bradley's dad died today, on father's day, and I don't know what to write about. It's hot and I'm tired and he was like a dad to me. I can't remember the last time I cried so much, maybe when I was a little kid. I usually can't cry at all, not even when my grandpa died two months ago.
He came out to my shows when I played them, even when I wasn't in a band with his son anymore. He always told me I was getting better at the drums. And he didn't even get really mad when I put a hole in his wall by throwing Bradley into it during the knifey-chasey game.
David Bailey. He was 46. One of the absolute best people I'll ever know.