i met jake at a adolescents show in san diego.The next day we went to the beach and i was trying to explain to him how i got sober off of crystal....[being sober sucks]we were talking about life in general.I knew he was a heroine addict but he turned out to be my best friend.Whenever i got to la i would call him first.....we went to many punk shows together,THe last time i saw him was at a GBH show in hollywood.I missed the show like a dummy.A couple months before he gave me this tatoo of DI. [my first punk band i liked] so a couple of months went by and one of my friends called me and she told me jake was dead.......I never cried so much in my life.....I thought if i called him he would tell me its a rumor....... i suffered so much in my life when jake died.He died with a sandwich in his hand.I guess he got some bad heroine and it killed him.[okay i dont know the hole storey]Than i started to do more drugs....i went to jail than to prison.....big deal.....i got sober 4 years ago and a couple of months ago i met this one guy and asked me if i wanted to do heroin..i just laughed...are you fucken nuts?and i was proud of myself......heck i only started to smoke pot.....hahahah. not many people now how to deal with a tragic loss like i went threw...its been 13 years and i think of him all the time. its hard...