Am lucky to be alive,

when I think back on some of the road stuff, on the Feyline trips. Some quick memories... Just about asleep, goin' down the road, late at night. BAMMM. Voice from back, "Wha' wazzat?" 'Nuthin' "What WAS that? 'Nothing.' "G-- D---- it, what did you hit???" 'Speed limit sign.' "Oh... OK..." The time we headed out from Denver in a private bus, not sure where we were going but it was a long ride, and we had a REAL bus driver. One of the guys, L.C., said, "Here, I got something to make the trip easier." Since everyone else was doing it, (good reason, huh?) I took one of the large capsules too. Woke up a few hours later, really groggy, as people were asking, "Where are we?" The bus driver musta helped himself to one, also, 'cause he looked worse than anyone. We were on a gravel road, in the middle of nowhere (Kansas?) and the last I remember, the driver was walking out toward a farmer on a tractor, asking directions to the nearest interstate.... Late in the evening, we were playing cards, on a table in the rear-center of the Winnie. Otho was asleep in the rear/upper bed. From 75MPH to a full braking slide in an instant. Screaming tires, then money, snacks and bottles catapulted toward the front, but what I remember most, was the HUGE white eyes of Otho, one of my black buddies, as he flew over us, clawing at the air. Don't remember the reason for the panic stop, but will never forget the look of terror in those eyes.... Like I say, lucky to still be alive.