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my buddy danny ford the man on the left was like an uncle to me growing up. been hunting, camping, partied with him since i was just knee high to a grasshopper. he passed away earlier this year. i always looked up to him as a man, a friend, and a person. he was hurtin' because problems with money, job, & wife, then dealing with his dad and brother that passed away. i miss the man.
he was more like an older brother than anything. i remember when i was 12 he was fucking with me in front of everyone when we were camping one year. telling me he'd be snuggling up with me that night to keep me warm. grunting and groaning like he was gonna make me his bitch. obviously i wasn't having any of it but it still makes me laugh about it til this day and everyone had a good chuckle about it that night. mother fucker i'll miss ya. lol
john "moon" the man on the right. been a very good family friend of mine since i was a baby. one of the most honest people i know. he was a passionate man and would give you the shirt off his back if it made you feel better. lived every day like his last and that is no exaggeration or cliche. he'd slam a bottle of vodka to the face and dance around the fire to his favorite blues music namely janis joplin because that's how he lived life everyday.
i remember one night when i was a little younger prolly smokin' weed at 13-14 years old. we were hunting and camping up here in northern cali. he was fucking plastered trying to take bets from everyone in camp saying he could hit the bullseye of a target in the middle of the night. naturally we all thought it wasn't the greatest idea considering it was pitch black out and you couldn't see your hand at arms length let alone a target at any distance. but after all was said and done moon did it anyway and made good on his bet by hitting the target dead center as he held the target between both feet on the ground and shot it at point blank range with his hunting rifle. both scaring the fuck out of everyone and making his impression on all of us by making great stories like this for all of us to remember him by. that was a good day.
just one of the many hilarious things i'll remember about my friend. who passed just recently from health problems stemming from cancer and various other indulgences he was involved in throughout his life.
i could write a ton more about both but i'll save those memories for myself. i didn't get to make it to either of their funerals for various different reasons. so this is the least that i can do for my friends, the select few that are actually worthy of being here at dynastoned.com. hopefully i'll see them again some day. if not it was fun while it lasted. |
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