by sleepyhead » Tue May 04, 2010 9:30 am
Thanks Randy.
Matt was our close friend and colleague. He loved life, and liked to live it with an all or nothing attitude. He was passionate about personal liberty, firearms and gun rights, motorcycles, fine dining, and good beer. He especially liked Guinness and McEwan's Scotch Ale. And dogs. He loved dogs.
Recently, he was driving on the raised portion of the Crosstown Expressway to go on a date when he saw a pit bull in the road. He pulled over, and walked back to help the dog. It was in one of the lanes, and had been hit, badly injured and covered in blood. When he tried to pick up the dog, it bit him out of fear and pain. But he was able to coax the dog to follow him to the curb, out of traffic. He called his date, and she came to help out. He called animal services, and tried to comfort the dog while waiting for them to arrive. At some point, a passerby called the police, and reported an angry looking hitch-hiker, covered in blood, trying to get a ride on the crosstown. Eventually, both the police and animal control arrived, and they took the dog. Unfortunately, they could not save the dog, and it had to be out down. Of course, Matt was upset by this. But he was more upset that somebody could hit the dog, and just kept going. And dozens of other people just drove by, not caring enough to stop or even make a simple phone call.
I went to the range (Shoot Straight, in Tampa) with him on Saturday, with Vlad, another friend and co-worker. We had a great time, and got a chance to shoot Vlad's mosin nagant, which we had both been wanting to do for some time. Matt loved to shoot, and I always enjoyed going to the range with him.
Then we went to Barnacles in Brandon to have lunch and a small, early birthday celebration, since he had plans for Sunday, the actual day of his birthday. We had some delicious smoked fish dip and crackers to start off. He had Yuengling, I had Shocktop. I can't recall what we had for the entree. Then the staff brought out some Key Lime Pie, and serenaded him with their cheesy rendition of Happy Birthday, which he hated.
We talked about the things we usually do. What guns we planned on getting next. What was for sale on the BST, and what we thought would be a good price for this or that. He chided me for only being able to buy guns, never sell them. He called me a gun hoarder, and said I could be on that TV show Hoarders. We also talked politics, about the federal government's encroachment on our liberties. I chided him about a lady had recently been seeing, and jokingly called her a "Jack Booted Thug" because she was a federal agent.
But, it being his 30th birthday the next day, we also talked about life. About what we want to accomplish before we pass on. He said he didn't want to change the world. He just wanted to enjoy life, and really live it.
I think he did.
Goodbye Matt. You were a great friend, and are deeply, painfully missed.
The Second amendment is not about hunting deer or keeping a pistol in your nightstand. It is not about protecting oneself against common criminals. It is about preventing tyranny.