I was at Woodstock '99, and this dude's energy, in the middle of a hot-ass afternoon, was intoxicating. Of course, I was also tripping balls at the time, but my dude brought it that day. Not many guys can carry a set by themselves like that. It sucks that he's gone. Even sadder was that his prime was so short. I guess to reach such a peak, you need to be driven. And to be driven sometimes involves fuel from personal demons. RIP DMX.