I got a knock on the door tonight and it was my best mate's old man.
He said it's Richo (Brendan) i found him in his shed hanging from the shed roof.
I'm having trouble coming to grips with this as i was with him last night in his shed having a beer or 2 or 3 and so on.
We had a good laugh about all the shit we did at Bathurst and stuff.
I left about 9.00 last night and i said "see you at the weekend for a top up."
At the moment i'm just gutted i'm finding it hard to come to grips with.
RIP... Richo
Gonna miss you mate