Do you really think he is baking pies without an oven? Not me. If anything, he is at an Amway meeting hosted by Hitler, with "Disco Inferno" playing over and over in the background, while he has to sort mismatched socks for all eternity. But I'm sure it doesn't bother him much. He brought his stash.
Doc
What better way to console the grieving than to provide some music to salve their aching, broken heart? And what music better expresses the pain and anguish of loss better than the blues? With that, I give you this:
In no way should the above be confused with a grand master like this:
I know I didn't sleep at all last night. Maybe I just need to get my perscription filled. I've got milk and cream, I just need the third.
Doc
(I still feel damn blue, so the blue stays a while longer)
(Click the dates for his bio.)
I am crushed. I've lost a hero who changed me, and for this I mourn deeply.
Damn it George! Just when we needed you most, you move on to a land where there are no bad words. I hope you bump into Socrates, as I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to talk over. Thank You Sir for all the laughs, but mostly I'd like to thank you for your honesty and your truth. Good philosophers come along so rarely, and ones with a sense of humor are even less seldom.
I hope you remembered to pack everything, "Money, keys, comb, wallet, lighter, hanky, pen, whips, chains, dildos, and a book."
By the way, I prayed to that God you didn't believe in and He said you were right.
If you see my Dad and Mom, give them my love.
Doc
EDITOR"S NOTE: Social Zymurgy has changed it's color scheme to blue. It will remain blue until I feel ready to return it to it's rightful color of Beer Yellow. I will try my very best to put up a fitting tribute to this warm, thoughtful, funny man. Please, bare with us, Dear and Gentle Reader, as the staff tries to gather themselves, and expect a flurry of posts.
