Suffer No More

Nick was such a fantastic kid. His passing hit me deep. It was no secret to his friends that he needed dialysis in order to stay alive, and everyone knew that Nick didn't give a fuck. Hell, I saw him freak out more than a few people (mostly girls) by putting their hand on his arm to feel the machine that kept him alive. The looks on their faces was priceless. He had no kidneys, was on dialysis 24 / 7, and yet he still managed to find the strength to go see almost every band that came through town. Not because it was the cool thing to do, but because he wanted to. His love of music, Boston Hardcore especially, is legendary. I mean, he wasn't called Ducky Boy for nothing, ya know? Nick loved talking about punk rock. He lived it, ate it, and breathed it. Drinking beer, driving that bitch magnet Mustang that he loved so much, listening to music and going to shows. That was what Nick was all about. As funny as any comedian I've ever seen, with a smile that made you want to smile along with him, it's been a short time since his passing and I'm pissed that I won't get to see him again. Selfish, I know, but still. I poured many a sip of Newcastle Ale for him, while drinking in the park with some friends of his, and I suggest that you do the same. Next time you're having a beer, pour some out for Nick, and really appreciate the little things...the smiles, the laughs, the boozin', the good times. Life's too short. Don't take it for granted. It's too precious of a gift.

Memorial Services are to be held at the Palms Mortuary (Warm Springs / Eastern) this Saturday, Sept. 2 at 1 pm. The family has asked that if you have any words or stories that you would like to share, please don't hesitate to speak up. You can view Nick's Myspace profile by clicking here.

I'm gonna miss you Bro. Can't wait to play The Game with you one more time, for old times sake. Save me a seat at the bar, and tell Rick I says Hello. Cheers mate. You will be missed.