Preston Wallace

March of 2004, I went to Panama City with a few friends for a car show. I ended up making friends for life. Pictured above is one of the most important. Preston brought his bug and his cat calls for any girl walking the "strip" the entertainment he brought was untouchable.

Over the years we grew closer and closer. He became like a brother to me, through him I met someone I fell for and was together for years with. Nothing lasts forever but it help mold me into the woman I am today. No life is perfect and there were times I hit the floor and was reaching up just to touch rock bottom, yet somehow...Preston was always there. I couldn't have asked for a better friend in my life. He breathed life into any situation and some how managed to get out of "almost" ever negative situation.

in 2006 I had a pool party at my parents house out in Walnut Hill FL. Oh so sweet Preston tagged along and on the way was joking "Regina..if you were to kill me out here NO one would ever find me". Of course they wouldn't, because where my family lives is a little what most people would call "the sticks". I did reply to him and told him "if I ever decided to kill you, no one would have ever find you anyways...I watch law and order" ha.

That same adventure we took my fathers truck and rolled about 6 deep to the local...yes I'm serious...Corn Field Maze. On the way back with me driving an armadillo crossed out path and I literally tried NOT to hit it but I failed. We all rush out of the truck to check on it and Preston comes up with a stick and starts poking it with a stick and by god the thing jumped about 4 feet in the air and Preston (and well...most of us) screamed bloody murder and we all took off. I think we all formed a 6 pack abdomen with the uncontrollable laughter that followed us all.

Possibly one of my favorites...my 23rd birthday at Mcguires... Preston was so drunk that we talked the waitress into bringing out water and shaking it like a Shot and telling him it was topshelf vodka and the fact that he made the most horrible face for about 20 seconds before realizing it was ACTUALLY water..

If he wasn't getting me into some kind of trouble or scaring the life out of me by nearly laying his bike down in front of my silverado while trying to do a rolling burn out while leaving the beach he was always picking on me in some fashion. I wish I could list the stories I have with him. I wish I could explain the love I have for him, the kind of person he just is. The first time I ever rode with him on the back of his bike was to Hooters for bike night....in case you were wondering...a double tap means a wheelie is coming...or at least it did to Preston. I learned the hard way when I nearly came off the seat. That next red light was interesting as I was trying to beat the crap out of him. I thought I was bad at watching scary movies, we sat down at his house one night to watch "The Skelton Key" I look over at him and he didn't watch a single minute of the movie...he was staring at the pillow he was holding, adorable doesn't even come close to explaining how scared he was...sad thing, it was the cheesiest movie I had ever seen.

Needless to say everywhere Preston went, life, fun and laughter followed. He breathed life into everything. He was Sun in himself. His eyes were the clearest of blue and his smile was the truest. On April 20th 2012 at 1:30 am, I assume God needed a new grease monkey mechanic, because he called Preston home.

That night before his accident I had the pleasure of getting to spend the last few hours with him. Darts, pool and shuffle puck were our entertainment. And then he left. I never said a serious goodbye because I didn't know how much I needed to. If given the chance, I wouldn't have changed anything about that night, not even the goodbye.

At the funeral there was standing room only. The procession to the cemetery was what I can assume as miles long. Cops that he outran numerous times who probably knew him by name stood at attention, the staff of Tires ETC in Milton came to stand by the road with heads bowed and ...for some unknown reason...the staff of KFC. The people he managed to touch in life was incredible and beyond amazing. I just only hope, wish and pray...I can touch just a fraction of the people he did. He will never be forgotten. I thoroughly believe he watches over us now....and if i may be so honest..I'm starting to think i need to wear clothes in the shower.Hmmmm.

A few nights prior to Preston's funeral a large group of us wanted to show our love, in the only way we knew how for Preston. Vandalizing state property haha. Of course we ended up having to remove it when the cops showed up. but the large group of people that showed up to risk fines and according to police "felony" charges was so touching. Kevin joined us to help take photos of the work. Kris made stencils of the VW emblem Preston loved so much and a Stencil of a photo Kevin had taken of Preston on his bike. The outcomes were just beautiful.

My message to Preston now.

Thank you. You are loved. You are remembered. You will forever be in our hearts.
We'll keep the party going for you down here, and shut this town down when its time for us to meet again.
I love you.

R.I.P 

Preston Lee Wallace.

Photo by Kevin Lewis

Introduction, so they say.

Ha, "Murphy". See you wonder where and why I named this blog Murphy. Just a few reasons and one I'm sure is easy to guess. Ever seen "Good luck Chuck"? Funny movie staring Dane Cook and Jessica Alba, see in the movie Jessica Alba's brother calls her Murphy...as in Murphy's Law...what can go wrong will go wrong?

Yeahhhh that would be me.

I blame Whitney Fike, Cassie Mense and Mallory Wilson.These wonderful three....oh how i love them.

See I live my life day to day with some minor instances from time to time, nothing big...nothing short of humorous however. I guess we can blame Brian Carmack as well. We were roommates for almost 2 years Brian and I, he had his own personal game with me, start talking to me and slowly start turning where i didn't realize it so when i would turn to go i would face plant into the side of a door or an edge of a wall..first few times this happened i couldn't help but laugh till i caught on to what he was doing.....the sad thing is...it took me a few times.

Minor incident....kicking my shoe off in the middle of one of the biggest mardi gras parades in Pensacola. that was fun...then almost following getting my foot ran over by Adam Mense ((my fault of course))

My life consists of a lot of people, a lot of random activities and a lot of life. It is not for the faint of heart or the shy. It probably never will be.