Been having a running conversation that started accidentally with a young drummer who has introduced me to some new-to-me music. He asked me what kind of music I was listening to back in the 80s. I told him the story about going to a Loverboy concert in 84 with a gang of friends packed in a Chevette, and getting such a contact high I was still disoriented the next morning. I stumbled out into the rain and broke both my ankles. When they considered me sufficiently recovered, my friends collected me and my wheelchair and took me out "dancing" at a local dive. Here's to misspent youth.