Found out today that one of my best friends from school passed away. Sadly he overdosed on Heroin, 52 years of age. He and I would listen to Night Ranger in his '73 Chevelle SS on the weekends, out cruising for girls, not a care in the world. We stayed in touch for several years after I left home for the military, but his life veered sideways after the death of his father. He became a loner and a frequent guest in the county rehabs and penal system. He was a good friend, and I'm glad that the memories I have with him are fond ones. I heard this song today on the radio and thought of him immediately. He'll always be 'Crazy John' to me.
RIP, brother.