I still miss ya punk. You kept me out of a lot of bad sits. I know you're gone. I still don't like it.

Here's to the old days at the Definitive End Bar and Grille.

I guess I should grow up. I remember your 40th birthday when I was 30. I have no recollection of how I got you that T-shirt pre-internet. I hope you're gettin' along with my dogs, there's a few that don't know you, make peace with them. I'll be there soon enough.

It's a lot different now, hon. There's nowhere to run to, no backup.

I remember hearing this song before we were going somewhere, I don't remember where. It was a bar in Waynedale, a Saturday, the sun was out.

I've never forgotten you, Punk.

Whatever that bar was on Wells St. when we were doing our thing...

Can't get no tubs...

Gotta love them Aussies. Always will, we could almost understand their goofy language.

Effin' foreigners.