All we have are the paths that came before us
the trails of deer, subtle and clear when the world was forest.
they are now highways, an impassable maze
slash and burn, slash and burn, slash and burn
We lived, worked, breathed, biked, loved, fought, chortled, drank, smoked, swore and explored together for a very long time. He remains one of my most missed friends and favorite musicians. Noel'le Longhaul