Doug Robinett

Doug, my brother from another mother, I can't believe you're gone . I remember the first day we met; I walked into Florida Ave, and we talked about me being your new cook. From that day on, we were two peas in a pod, as they say. We would spend hours talking about everything, more time together than with our significant others, brother. I hope you're in paradise, and I hope you're up there kicking it with DMX. One love, brother, I'll give you one more fist pump, brother, aka Vinny. ...