Yeah, college. Drinking literally all night at 242nd st. Or at some atrocious dive in Troy when I was home. Helping the bartender clean up and mop so we could keep going after they closed at 4 AM. Watching the sun come up from the rock in Van Cortlandt park. Or climbing a tree or taking turns hanging our roommates out the window by our ankles. Skiing thirteen nights in a row at Jiminy in frozen jeans with sweat pants underneath for insulation. For like twenty bucks cause Jiminy had some kind of special just about every night of the week. Walking around with a swollen hand for a week cause I refused to lose a game of knuckles to my buddy who was the size of a fucking Sasquatch. Skinny dipping under Postenkill Falls. Or in somebody’s pool. Or someplace else. Really just looking for an excuse to go skinny dipping so the girls would strip down too. That actually continued on to my AK and Tahoe time too. I have great memories of skinny dipping at Liard River hot springs with a huge bunch of fellow seasonal workers on our way back south one September. And no it didn’t lead to an orgy. Does anybody skinny dip anymore? People seem more repressed now. Like a lot more. One shitty job after another. Then a couple of the greatest shitty jobs ever. More drinking. Camping in my Safari all over North America and Canada. Yeah, good music too, though I remember listening to Jethro Tull and The Who and Queen just as much as I did the music of our era. Sticky beer-soaked concrete floors or squishy beer-soaked carpet. Fuck, I’m old but Gen X people are better than what’s come since. Sorry but it’s true. You youngsters will never be as cool as DJ Murray. I wonder where he ended up.
