The next morning, Andy came to my bands hotel room to tell me news that changed his life. he was crying, crying hard. his face paint from last nights concert that got interrupted, was now smeared all over his face. he was panting, so i know he didn't ride his bike across the town to the only available hotel in west avenue. Kim, who was right beside me now, looked at me. we thought the same thing. something terrible happened " my father....hospital....holy shit...need water...." he plopped onto my bed as Kim got water. "what happened to your dad?" "its back.....the Collin cancer.... he had a heart attack....." we got into the van and went straight to the hospital. yes, he was there, he looked terrible. "he had the heart attack when i told him about harry..." i knew what he was thinking "its not your fault, he probley forgot about your mom and your brother, raising a kid on a van you know?" i said. he cheered up a little. after a few hours, the nurse came and said he would be fine. we headed out to Hollywood, to do our last concert for a couple of months.