Yesterday at around 4 pm, my ffather sent me a text saying that mone of my close friends Jess Roe had passed away. He was a great man, sure he was like 90 with files shark teeth dentures, craazed look in his eyes, working the forge like it was sexy, hot wemon all around him, always playing with blades and claiming to be a male prostitute to anyone over the age of 50.... he was still very close to me

When i was 4 we joined a medi eval recreation group called the SCA, i met him that day and was scared shitless of this old man with sharp pointy teeth. But he walked over to me and offered me some imported chocolates from england... he was so kind and nice even though he was scary to look at. When i turned 7 it was time for the event called boars hunt. I was far to young to own my own blade, he took me behind his booth where he sold his weapons and offered me a sword... well it was a large dagger but to a kid it was huge!
he showed me how to hold it, how to draw the blade, how not to present a blade to people. And for the rest of that day i helped him sell his blades at his stand.

He is the one who got me interested in swords, he is the man that started me down the path of the honorable swordsman that i still lead to this day. He will be greatly missed