To say I am bummed about the news of Jack's passing is too simplistic. Since I really don't have the right word available, allow me instead to share a couple of stories about that biker dude you see on the cover of the Weekly. I first met Jack in early 2009 when I was attending UNLV. Thursday nights after my late class would wrap I would walk over to The Freakin' Frog to get a beer, burger, and some fries. The Frog was a beer bar known for its massive bottle selection. While the bar was a standout place in all the noise that is Vegas, it was Jack that made the place what it was.