I LIVED WITH BON FOR FIVE YEARS
GREAT MATES
WE FOUGHT, FUCKED, DRANK & FUSED OUR BRAINS OUT TOGETHER.
WE PLAYED POOL IN THE SLEAZIEST FRONT BARS ALL OVER OZ AND IN GERMANY.
HE HAD AN UNCANNY KNACK OF SOOTHING THE LOCALS.
THAT HOSTILITY WHEN STRANGERS ARE ON THEIR TURF AND WINNING.
I LEARNT EARLY ON THAT BON HAD WHAT I CALLED HIS “ANTI DR.WHO ZONES.”
“THERE IS NO FUTURE. THERE IS ONLY NOW!!”
WHEN THE “NOW” WAS OVER WE WERE ALWAYS IN DEEP SHIT.

NO MONEY, NO FOOD, NOWHERE TO SLEEP, AND AT TIMES HALLUCINATING.
KALGOORLIE, A GOLD MINING TOWN ON THE EDGE OF THE GREAT NULLARBOR DESERT, AN OUTSTANDING EXAMPLE.
NONE OF THE ABOVE EVER HAPPENED WHEN WE WERE GIGGING.
THE BAND, THE SHOW, BON’S OWN PERFORMANCE, ALWAYS TOOK PRECEDENCE ABOVE EVERYTHING IN HIS LIFE.
I LOVED THAT ABOUT HIM. EVEN ON A LONG TOUR, 3-4 WEEKS, HE NEVER FUCKED UP. UNLIKE SOME OF US.
I LOVED SINGING HARMONY WITH THAT GREAT VOICE.
I WISH HE WERE HERE, HAVIN’ A BEER, NOW
I’M SHEDDING A TEAR…YOURS TRULY,
BRUCE HOWE
FRATERNITY
P.S. I DO APOLOGISE, THERE WAS ONE EXPERIENCE AFTER A “NO FUTURE, ONLY NOW”  ZONE THAT WOULD NEVER BE REPEATED, I RODE HOME ON THE BACK OF HIS MOTOR BIKE I DECIDED THE FUTURE HAD A LOT OF APPEAL.