"Take care of yourselves and each other, and always remember my motto:
Itís ok to work hard, as long as you play harder."
in an email to his parents 7/02
October 29, 2002
Reading through the comments people have submitted here it's obvious joey made close friends wherever he went, and the time he spent in newcastle with us was no different. Although there is a lot of pain and confused feelings, it's good to be able to reflect on what a genuine, one of a kind Joey was. So I'll contribute a bit of the Joey I remember. Joey and good mate RS (the seppo's) became part of the newy crew when they moved into a little pad in front of a pretty knarly little right hander in Newcastle called flat rock. A good mate of Joey's, Griffo, who had lived in newcastle for a couple of years earlier sent them over to us and told us to look after them, and yes, they needed looking after... So we helped them find a flat, then unloaded all our old pots and pans and crappy furniture on then and whallah! - home sweat home. From then on a routine started to emerge. Wake up (no earlier than 11:00am) munch down a bowl of coco pops while studying the days swell rolling into flatty from the breaky table, surf vid on in the background, then eventually hit it. Now, we mainly used to surf about 100 metres around the corner at newcastle main beach, but no matter how small and onshore it was at newcastle that day, joey would be around that arvo telling us how good flatty was that morning, 6 foot and glassy, no one out...I'm still waiting to see flatty like that.
Joey and the laughs you were gauranteed while around him will be hugely missed, but we are glad to have had the opportunity to enjoy the times we now hold as great memories. As has been said amongst friends of Joey: They may have taken our mate, but will never take our mateship.
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