ZIn October the powers that be took my mother. Now, one month later, it takes my best friend. On Thanksgiving, Ed McCarthy suffered a heart attack and would die a few days later, that seemed to come out of nowhere. I think I was about 18 when I first met Ed, which would put him around 16, at record store in Massapequa, NY called the Wax Museum. This was where all the local Metalheads hung out. This redheaded Irish kid use to come over to me talk about music all the time. Turns out, he lived in the same town as my other friend Japanese Ron. The 3 of us hung out every freaking weekend. We went to see so many cool bands over the years. And if there wasn't a band to check out, we would hang out in Ed's room and watch metal videos, followed by the movie The Warriors. We watched the Warriors so many times, we knew every line. It was like Rocky Horror to us. Over the years, we saw and did so much cool shit. I saw him at his best and worst. He could party and party hard, man. He wante...