This was a cool dude named Randy.

He was a mechanic and I believe he said he put a 600 Kawasaki engine in his 4-wheeler back in the day.

He worked on everyone’s trucks and cars around town and had a hell of a sense of humor.

You could always find him with a cup of coffee and a long ashed Camel cigarette in hand.

Peak 80’s/90’s parties, rock n roll and loud lifted trucks was the vibe around his place.

He was a can fix anything type of guy.

He was my childhood friends Stepdad.

One morning, my Freshman year of Highschool.

I showed up to his house to meet my friend before school.

We agreed to smoke a bowl of marijuana before leaving.

Randy walked into the kitchen and asked how many bowls have you smoked this morning?

I said “like 10 bowls”.

Ten bowls he shouted with wide eyes!

Then said, “you’re not gonna make it” with an assuring laugh and smile.

Years later he was right. We both ended up in the same prison.

While locked up together. He was the same guy.

Coffee in hand and happy.

I seen him a few times trying to survive life after prison.

He ended up passing away not long ago and will be missed.

So that’s how I got “one” of my nicknames growing up.

“Joe Ten Bowls”

Be cool to people, we’re not here for very long.