It’s a rare occurrence that you make a friend because of their tattoos. We've all seen someone with a rad tat and struck up convo, but how many times has that led to creating an actual friend? It happened to me once. I was on a Megabus ride from Des Moines to Iowa City last fall when a crusty looking punk sat across the aisle from me and I noticed the most amazing knuckle tattoo I had ever seen in my life. I couldn’t help myself. “Excuse me, but do you have ‘Megabus’ tattooed on your knuckles?”
Jay Dee sent me this pic a few days before he passed... Rest In Peace, Rail Punk
Jay Dee died alone in a Wal-Mart bathroom in New Mexico several months ago. Only in the last couple weeks did his family and friends become aware of what happened after he had gone unheard from for those last months.
RIP Jay Dee. I hope you're happy, wherever you are.
Whenever someone in my life dies, I internalize it by telling myself that as long as I am alive, they are too in a way. Everyone I have lost I carry with me in my heart to this day. And now I will spend the rest of my life carrying a small part of Jay Dee with me wherever I go. I’d like to think he’d enjoy the ride.