2004. I lost a fair amount of weight using carb restriction. In June, I have a heart attack onstage at a festival. I end up in intensive care, instead of heading on to Toronto to sing at Rick's Memorial. Doctor examines me, says its a good thing I lost the weight or I would be dead.

Later, a good friend comes to visit. He says, "I knew you were going to have a heart attack". In front of the Nurse, my wife, my mother, I ask him with not a trace of humor in my voice, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me beforehand when it would have done some good?????". He looked pretty sheepish. I hate stupid questions.

Once I was in transport overseas on a Navy vessel. We were underway in very heavy seas. This young sailor, obviously his first time, was at the rail puking his guts out. The Chief and I are walking by and the Chief asks the kid, "Are you alright?". You should have seen the look on that kids face. Priceless. I was in the Chief's ass for the rest of that transport over that one.

Mick