40 years ago tonight

I ran away from Vancouver after a wild party where everything got trashed -- couches out the window, that kind of thing.  I left for Montreal with two guys I didn't know very well in a French sports car + little money.  By day 3 we had a huge fight.  I stormed off + found myself in the middle of the vast Canadian prairies + looked up, way up, at the moon where Neil Armstrong  + Buzz Aldrin were bouncing around erecting an American flag.  Ah, good times...