I had a dream about my uncle, Chris Huston who died a couple years back. He was hit by an SUV outside a bar, blindingly drunk (as I have been in the past--I know how it can happen). We had the same long hair, rock lifestyle, separated by a decade or so. In the dream we spoke of his band, The Outlaws (not very original), and he seemed very sheepish. The last time I saw him on This Side, he handed me a shitty, camo'd Peavey guitar and we played some. I don't think I was even 15 … he might have offered to give it to me, but I declined.