Seems like just yesterday that these guys were new. Now they're old-school, like us.
The first real love of my life was a DJ, he had this fatal attraction type of thing going on with an ex girlfriend of mine...I was always there picking up the pieces.
I totally adored him...never told him how much though.
I jokingly dubbed him Casanova...this was the song I would ask him to play...it was our "secret".
She was his "girl" that cheated and lied to him...and I was the sneaky little ho that stayed up at night with him laughing watching 3 stooges, sharing poetry, and talking about his hopes and dreams in another 15+ years.
He's been dead for about 30 years now.
Got into one last argument with her, left a message with my dad, drove home and hit a dip in the road 150 ft from his house on the hill that overlooked it...the dip had been there for 20+ years, but that night he hit it a little too fast.
They fixed the road a week later.