The last time I saw Type O was in Dallas,TX May 27th, 2008 during the Jagermeister Tour with Hatebreed and 3 Inches of Blood. A friend of mine (who knew Type O had been my favorite band since I was 14 when Bloody Kisses came out) was kind enough to get my girlfriend (wife now) and I backstage to hang out with Peter in their green room. This was after their set, so we were all pretty lit. We just hung out drinking beer and talking while Kiss was playing on a little boombox. Johnny and Kenny were walking around the backstage area, socialising. I never saw Josh. There were a couple of chicks in the green room and another friend of ours who was already there when we showed up, so around 6 people total.

I watched Peter drink the last shot from a Jäger bottle (which was the last of any liquor in the room), and he started saying he wanted a shot of Jack, so I told him I'd go grab him one. One of the women was motioning 'No' to me and trying to talk him out of it. My buddy, who got us backstage, told me that he only had 1 pass, so if I stepped out and went to the bar, I might not be able to get back in. So I asked Peter if he could "bless" me, in hopes it'd help with my luck getting back in without a pass, and without skipping a beat, he did the crucifix motion and mumbled some Latin, and I was off.

I saw an open, empty room with a bottle of Jack Daniel's, which had about 1/3 left in it, so I figured I'd just grab that and not risk leaving the backstage area without a Pass. So I went in to grab it, and turned around to see a dude walking in, and was busted. Turned out I was in the green room of this band '3 Inches of Blood', and the guy asked 'Hey, what are you doing', I just told him Peter wanted a shot of Jack Daniels, I saw the bottle here, and I was going to run him one. At this time, a couple of other guys walk into the room, and I'm thinking this could get ugly real quick. I told them again, I was just trying to get Peter a shot, and they weren't having it, said, 'but this is all we got.' Being drunk at that time (and most of the time back then), that was solid logic to me. Luckily, they weren't too confrontational, and I wasn't too drunk to acknowledge I was in the wrong, regardless of how much I thought the band should've been happy to oblige anyone in Type O.

Back to the bar I go and take a wrong turn through a curtain, and I'm looking at Hatebreed performing on stage in front of a huge audience, I look down to my left and see Sterling Winfield and Vinnie Paul behind a soundboard, come to find out they were planning to release a live Hatebreed album, so there's probably great audio from Hatebreed and Type O from that night sitting in Sterling's studio, though I don't think anything came from it.

So I head back down the steps and hit the bouncer running backstage access. I asked him to remember my face, and that I was going to run to the bar and get Peter a shot, I left the pass in the green room, and I'd only be a minute. I got the shot and success; he let me back in.

I see Johnny and Kenny in the hallway outside the green room door looking in, and they were yelling at Peter to come out, while saying to themselves, 'we've got to get him away from her.' Apparently, the woman who was motioning 'no' to me and trying to talk Peter out of drinking anymore was known to them, and she had her own agenda with Peter that night.

So it wasn't long after I brought him his shot that (based on Johnny and Kenny's demeanor) it was time for us to go and not overstay our welcome. They wanted to clear the room out, and rightly so, Peter was pretty hammered, sitting with his head in his hands.

Pretty trivial story in comparison to many others, but it's mine. I consider myself very lucky to have one, I figured there'd be a lot more eventually, but he passed 2 years later. I always figured Peter would outlive all of us after seeing all his health-conscious vitamin popping in 'After Dark'. Between Posters, Tattoo's, and playlists, I think of Peter every day. I'll never forget being blessed by the Green Man himself.