Robert "Dallas" was a good friend. Dallas and I lived together in Santa Clara for a season. He was the best of friends and a wonderful confidant. He indeed saved my life and I'm forever grateful for such a friend as Dallas.
A couple of memories:
Dallas used to eat huge bowls of tuna and onions and stink up the whole place.
Dallas always used to tell me that his kharma ran over my dogma.
Dallas and I used to jog to Jamba juice and drink wheat grass juice.
Dallas used to sing "Our House" all the time when we moved into the townhouse.
Dallas had a heart as big as the sky. He left us with many, many great memories. I believe he's in heaven now and I look forward to seeing Dallas again for one more Tex-Mex BBQ!