I think I’ve told you guys about the period of time I was a door canvasser for a political action group. I spent five hours a day knocking on doors, followed by a couple of hours of bars and drinking. Crash somewhere, maybe home. Repeat. It was a lot of fun for awhile.
- Playing drums in a rooftop jam session. The guy bending over, Andy, ODed a few years later. Livin’ life.
During this time, every day with hippies and slackers, when people asked how we were we would say noncommittally, “Oh, ya know. Livin’ life.” Which meant we weren’t doing shit.
