Remembering Dimebag

     I must have been 14 or 15 going into the guitar shop in our little town. My not so good(and in jail now)friend Kenny told me we were going in to steal cd's. I wasn't much of a theif and didn't really want to. For some reason I hung out with this guy even though he was a dick to me all the time. We walked in and I started going through the cd's they had. Nothing in order and crammed into a large wooden display right on the counter. It wasn't really a cd shop but a guitar shop. I had my e...

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