Pimp is our good friend Brad's little brother who was named Pimp because he wore green shoes one day. It didn't take a lot to get a lasting nickname back then. Apparently a group of friends went out to Oregon to visit another guy Norm (another nickname) who lived out there. Norm decided to take everyone hiking. There was a little bridge that everyone crossed. Everyone but Pimp. Just as he was about to cross, an avalanche/mud slide or something crashed down, swept him up, took him down, and killed him.
|Those shoes may have looked like these.|
Pimp never drank a drop of liquor or beer. We would all be hanging out in their basement drinking our faces off, shooting pool, playing cards, and listening to music. All the while Pimp hung out with us drunk idiots and never had a bad word to say about anyone. He was such a good dude. He looked like C. Thomas Howell only slightly goofier looking in an endearing way. One day he brought a girl out, she was really damn pretty, and we were all impressed. He ended up marrying her. They were both really quiet and nice folks. I remember him going off to school to be an architect, and that was his line of work until his untimely end. He was a really solid fucking dude.
|I decided not to go with a pic from "Soul Man."|
Doctor Kenneth Noisewater