My first memory of Dreek goes back to when I was living in my hometown of Lake Charles, Louisiana. I tagged along with my friend, Richie, to watch a tattoo I designed for him get committed to his skin. Dreek was the one to do the honors of translating my design to flesh and he was such a fun, laid-back dude to talk to during the whole process. Me and Richie would later do this a couple more times, but I got to see Dreek more and more as I met him all the time with other friends at Art Nights in Lake Charles and Sulphur. I hung out with Dreek a fair amount before I left for Portland and I always held him in the highest regards. He was a really great guy: supportive, humble, and just easy to get along with.
Dreek contacted me a couple of times via Facebook in the last two years. Just checking in with me to see how my life was going, and me doing the same. At the time, I didn't think much of it, it was nice to hear from him and chat. Looking back, it really reminds me that he was somebody who really cared about the people in his life and put the energy to keep in touch with them.
It's upsetting to think that your friends and loved ones can disappear like that, without warning. So often we take for granted what's not at all stable or certain. Life is, if anything, an uncertainty. That uncertainty is what makes life both a grand, exciting adventure, and a heart-aching tragedy. What is certain is that Dreek's life has left a definite impression on the world, both in his art, and in the people that he knew.
Thanks for being you, Dreek.