Both my uncles died of hepatitis C from sharing dirty needles. So, when I was 13 years old, my Uncle Randy looked at me and said, “don’t do the things I’ve done.” Sadly, he passed away a few weeks later. He had been approved for a kidney transplant to prolong his life. Now, at 36 years old, I’ve never touched a drug in my life. Every time I hear the song “Afterman” it hits different, because I always think of him.