hello

How much do you miss Dime?

I miss him more than I can even begin to say. I think of him every single waking day—every 30 minutes, if not every five minutes.

And... [He pauses.] Trying not to get choked up here. I'm trying to compose myself... I speak with Rex [Brown, Pantera's bass player] often. We both are dealing with it... I'm in therapy. I never had to see a psychiatrist before. I see one regularly now. They tried to put me on antidepressants, but I won't take them because I don't trust drugs at all anymore. I don't trust a fucking pill, not unless it's a vitamin.

I feel so goddamn bad for Vince [Paul, Pantera’s drummer and Darrell’s brother], because during the writing of our last record, [his and Darrell’s] mother passed away... I miss Vince. I miss his sense of humor. And Dime—there was no more creative, beautiful, perfect motherfucker ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. He could make something out of nothing—if we were in Bumfuck, Anywhere, he could find some kind of something to do that would end up being fun, you know?