its hard to look back with regret and see what you could have done or what you were going to do instead of going off and doing something else.

this past weekend i decided to go see a concert. i was split between going to a show at the paper heart, or going to see my friend sid at his bar jugheads and check out some of the best phoenix punk rock he could dig up.

i now regret going to the paper heart.

this morning i got a call from my friend who told me that sid had died over the weekend.

he was apparently working out when his heart just gave out on him. died of a heart attack. he was 33.

sid was one cool motherfucker. when i used to hang with my friend’s band, dead body blue, they would play jughead’s at least three times a month. sid would welcome them with open arms and him and i become friends. he had no problems booking dead body blue months in advance. he always looked forward to them playing his small bar.

i didn’t see sid for about year, but when i went back to just kick back, enjoy some fine punk, he remembered me and asked where “the fuck” i’ve been. it felt like home.

sid’s death is really fucking with me. i’m turning 30 this year. i’ve never known anybody close to my age who has died suddenly like that. i wouldn’t say its giving me new perspective, but its making me re-evaluate it a little.

sid lived life to the fullest. i’ve never heard him say a negative thing about anybody or anything. a good man was taken too soon.

sid, where ever you are, i hope you are pain free and still punking out. i’m sorry i didn’t stop by on saturday.