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A REDNECK\’S GUIDE TO REVERSING THEIR CONTROL OF YOUR BRAIN
Those of you who have followed this blog have read about Dr Doug by me (and he contributed quite a few posts, himself). I have shared his videos and told you that he is the best guitarist I ever knew personally (and better than most I knew from TV and concerts).
He was one of the most brilliant rednecks I ever knew. He caught on quick when it came to my rantings and because he trusted me, he knew he could follow up with something I shared and expound on it far more than I ever could. He told me several times that I helped wake him up. But he honed my abilities more than I ever explained to him.
I remember when he was a teen and picked up the guitar. He always wanted to be like his idol at the time, Hobbo, who was a fantastic guitarist until he let alcohol ruin him. Dr Doug became far better than Hobbo ever dreamed of.
I lost contact with Doug for nearly 20 years. But we made contact after he moved back to our hometown and married Beckie, the love of his life. He became my best friend.
He was that one person (not family) that I could share anything with. He was my confidant. He was the person I ran my crazy thoughts and rantings by first. He was the one that I called when I needed someone to talk to.
But the truth is that he had many “best friends” who loved him and looked up to him.
He was the one person, that had you called me to tell me he had died in his sleep, I wouldn’t believe it. There are only a few of the old hands left and any of them would not surprise me. But Doug, I thought, would live far longer than I.
I will write more about him later, but I want the world to know what a fine person they lost today.
He told me during one conversation a month or so ago, as his father was dying, that he wanted to just go in his sleep… no car wreck, no pain/suffering, no vegetable hooked up to lines and machines that just kept him breathing with no quality of life.
He did precisely that.
At 47.
Fuck.
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