when we were 17, i took him to lake arlington to go windsurfing. my brother and i had gotten windsurfers the previous summer since my sister and her husband owned a sailing shop.
i spent a couple minutes on shore showing him the basics, then turned him loose. he took off across the lake like a scrawny bat out of hell. guess i should have shown him how to tack back and forth to sail into the wind. wound up having to ride with my 15 year old brother on his rig to rescue his ass, he could not make it back to shore.
in '86 he sold me a rhoades copy outta his closet for beer money. i woodshedded on that thing for 2 years. wish i still had it. when they played savvy's on lancaster in the late 80's, they would have "all start jams". all of the regulars would jump up and play a song or two. sometimes i would get a chance to play bass on exodus "paranha" or "seek and destroy". met my future ex-wife there.....guess i kinda owe him a punch in the face for that one.lol
when CFH broke, i was in the navy based in virginia beach. when they came though, i had not seen him in 2 years. he tackled me, laughing his ass off. he was proud i was serving my country. they were playing this small club, but the place was packed. i brought along a buddy from my squadron who was a huge fan of the CFH album. we hung out with him for a couple of hours before the show, then he took us up to the side of the stage by his amp stacks, planted me there and said "don't move, or someone will take your spot." he did his streaching thing, then jumped onstage when the show started. he kept running over to me during the show and saying "dig this" before pulling off some wild riff or dime squeal.
after the show he signed autographs, and once the club was cleared out (and while the crew was loading gear) we went to the bus and he started playing me an advanced copy of vugar. vince told me mike scaccia had joined MINISTRY then, and casey orr was doing the GWAR thing (both were from the same arlington area, everyone knew everyone who played metal). once the gear was loaded and they were ready to go, darrell popped out the advanced copy of vulgar (4 months before it was released) and tossed it to me, making me promise i would not let anyone copy it. that tape got worn the fuck out in the barracks before the album came out.
i sent him a letter telling him thanks to his moms house. 5 months later i got one back from him, covered in what looked like salt. (wtf?) he said he was talking to a couple of companies about a guitar endorsement. later he helped me get the first washburn dimebag that came to texas that didn't come to him. total score.
wish he was still here so i could throw him in the pool. plus, i would love to leave an "upper decker" in his bathroom for him to deal with when he woke up. and tell him what he meant to me.