I'm usually not one to post. Today was a day to start. I know not many people will see this, or even read it, but yesterday I lost one of my hero's, and the whole world lost one of the greatest men in metal. A man who inspired more than just a few of us guitarists to pick our axes up and shred. I remember how proud I was when I could finally play Raining Blood. The first time I got to cry the chants of Dead Skin Mask to a crowd. Getting the shit kicked out of me in my first Slayer pit. Today we should all bow our heads. And hopefully many will raise their glasses with me as well. R.I.P. Jeff Hanneman. I hope you're stirring up the best pit hell's ever seen!