Didn't know how long I was at it. I remember most clearly running through a guy's backyard and climbing over his fence to get a street closer to home. I would pooh-pooh the possible danger of the cops but being an almost-naked almost-adult dude out if his mind running through people's gardens could go poorly.
The only time you ever hear about PCP is in police reports about naked people acting crazy. It must be some good shit to want to do it that much: I don't know anyone who's ever smoked it. More of a ghetto drug though.
San Francisco sounds like a really ####ing weird place. I walked in on my folks going at it one time and was scarred for life: wonder what the hell their kids must have thought, and how they turned out! For some reason I'm thinking of the eyes on boxes of dog treats (you know what I mean? All excited-looking and CGI'd popping out?) on the faces of the couple doing it, doggy-style.
Who took the picture? I've always wondered that about Goatse.
The only thing I can mix is gin and tonic (let's not talk about vodka-and-tonics) or Jack's-and-Coke and stuff like that. Margaritas are actually a (somewhat) more demanding task. An old manager told me once about going to a party where they drank margaritas and decided it save time by drinking a mouthful of tequila chased with a mouthful of margarita mix, and eventually dropped the mix and just chugged the tequila. Ah, alcoholism...