I wish people knew David for more than his demons. He was a sweet old man who was a big kid inside, he liked to watch old cartoons from his childhood and eat ice cream out of the container, he liked garage sailing, he was always so proud to show me the clothes he’d gotten, he had a big deep belly laugh. He told me I was the best roommate he’d had. He’s hugged me and told me he loves me because I’m a good guy. He loved that I make music and would tell his friends. He loved the Lord and believed that Jesus was in everyone. He loved making dinner for his ex wife. I don’t know what to say, RIH Dave. I’ve been crying and crying for you and I hope that you’re at peace.