My thoughts keep returning to John Gustin. I miss him and I regret that the last time we spoke was at the beginning of my bonehead years and that I said some bonehead shit that made no sense.
I looked him up one year when MJ and I took the kids to Clevo for Christmas...I never called him.
I finally called his mom's number years later when I was in Meadville. His mom told me that he died. I was too high to process this...and I continued to get high. John was the best friend that anyone could ask for. He was a mentor to me and a teacher. I will never forget him or have another friend like him.