Mad, I can't quite say when it was that we met and became friends, but I know that I first started chatting to/at you at one of Dov's sets. We clicked instantly, as if we'd known one another for years.
We talked about everything and nothing at all, though many of our initial conversations were about food. Cheese in particular, and your quest to perfect a bacon cheesecake.
Something was always going on in your life, but your respnse to my concern was to always say "fuck it" and that you'd "live", that nothing could kill you, and that you were too stubborn to die. I believed you.
You were always so much more concerned about me and what I was going through. I will always be grateful for the time that I got to spend with you. I just wish that we'd been able to talk on the phone more.
Don't worry about me, Mad, I'll be okay. We all will. We'll miss you like hell, but you'll always be with us like a tattoo. I'll wear my memory of you with pride. Goodbye, PSB. -Your PGB