Jeeps PMC.

Tommorow it will be one year since Jeeps past. I was in Sydney when I received the word that the machines that were keeping Steve alive had failed him. I remember that moment clearly, standing on Oxford Street, a sickly silence amongst the hustle, ignoring my ringing telephone because I didn't want to hear those words twice, and I didn't have words to console the caller on the other end.

Steve was a man of few words, a true friend to all that knew him and a fucking top bloke that certainly knew how to "fuck it up". Here was a dude that would party with the best of them and still show to work the next day.

RIP Jeeps The Pimp. One of the most chill motherfuckers that Brissy ever saw. "Where the bitches at?".You will be missed forever.

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