hmm... yes... well... back in my day (don't ask, and it was in a semi-rural area outside a major midwestern city) there were no distinctions between jocks and freaks and there were no preppies, fuck no, none of us were rich or dumb enough to play that preppie noise... we ALL smoked pot and got mighty psychedelically charged up on various hallucinogens... i was a kinda sorta big man on campus, but with hair down my back and a major 'fuck you' attitude... had a stunningly beautiful girlfriend and friends galore, we partied in legendary fashion, sometimes with frontpage results... like the time that bulldozer got hotwired and driven through the school, yes, THROUGH the school... fast forward a bit, and now we are in the late 70's in NYC and yours truly is a 'bigshot' club manager livin' THE life... it only got better in the 80's and the herb was way beyond all belief... worked with every damn group worth mentioning, and had comps for all my friends to all the toughest tickets in town... migawd migawd it was a dream... now, fast forward again and we are in the early 90's and *eeeeyow* i got married to a lovely woman, LOVELY, and 12 years my junior... and then it all fell apart, clubs started closing, and da biz started hiring little chumps fresh outta college and willing to work for less than me... ouch ouch... the money was not funny and my wife surely failed to enjoy the hard times, she walked... now fast forward again, it is 2002, and i am 6 years divorced and underemployed and this NOT the life... friends have all moved off or got married or both... i have no relationship... i have very little of anything anymore... my point? every dog has his/her day and time wounds all heels and what goes up must, apparently, come down... the crash is hard, i can tell you, coming from the heights i used to occupy... middle-aged (48), losing my hair, going downhill in every measurable way... well, at least i'm not fat or a junkie /end rant.