My three years in the military gave me a serious Jack Daniel’s habit, but after getting out to enjoy the Summer of 1969 and then off to college on the GI Bill, I managed to beat that bottle down by switching to pot and a bit of beer now and again which probably saved my life.
I also participated in a few peaceful anti war demonstrations and some concerts finding myself getting clubbed unconscious by police in riot gear for no reason at all. This has made the police my enemy for over 40 years now, they have never done me one bit of good ever.
I often wonder how many like me are there in America? You know, in the Real America which is urban, multi-cultural, educated, tolerant and free from the smell of manure in the morning which kills more brain cells than crack and crank combined.