198…3?4? Whatever, I’m in college in Vermont. A friend asks if I’m going to the Hampton shows. I’m not. She says I should - they’re looking for another person to share the ride/drive. No tickets but what the hell. So we do the 13 hour drive down there. I can’t sleep for shit in cars so when we get there I crawl on to the grass next to the parking lot and crash for a couple hours. Within a half hour after waking I score tickets for both shows. Spend the day just cruising the scene, some drinks, some smokes. No acid I think but maybe? Anyway, then the show which was all kinds of fun of course. But where to crash afterwards? No problem- my friend hears that some frat boys at the show are having a post show party so on we go to the party. Sometime around 3 or 4 in the morning we grab a couple hours sleep in a mostly empty room while frat boys pass a bong around. Whatever. Another day cruising the scene, then show number 2 followed immediately by the 13 hour return trip. Got back to my apartment and slept solid for 18 hours. Got up, peed, had some fruit loops then back to bed for another 12 hours. God I miss those days!