I think we can all look back at our childhood, and think of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Not the music or the show, but, the stuff in our lives.

We lived next to a kid, who, I believe was a psyco path. He did some off the wall stuff. Anger, though not his middle name, should have been. He would fly off the handle, at anything, and just go nuts. We lived in the city, but, never the less, he would ride go carts, quads, mini bikes around the streets, and in neighbors yards. He would smash up cars with hammers and cro bars, and theirs more.

I wrote a song about him when I was 14. Just my guitar and a mic, and, for the last year or so, I have wanted to put a hick-hop spin on it. I had the time this weekend, so, I bring you, Eddies Funeral, 2.0.