The Ol' Cardiff Days

After forty three years of chemical sobriety, I have to figure all the criminal statutes have expired by now and I can safely expound on my misbegotten youth. So a confession; I was not always such a squeaky clean boy scout as I am today.

College was quite the experience. I had two roommates, Dave and Jeff. Rick Griffin called us the original Furry Freak Brothers. Never went to class much, interfered with our partying. Dave recently sent pictures.

We had quite the bachelor spot, right on the bluffs of Cardiff. Pretty legendary, industrial sized nitrous tank, glass tabletops, Motown parties, we were like pioneers of our craft.

We all have our roles to play. I was sort of the mature adult chaperone in this household. "Have a glass of milk, have you done your homework?" Somehow we managed to fit in quite a few Grateful Dead concerts in between our scholastic efforts.

Me to the right, my first year issue red BMW. Not sure about the white pants. Dave had a green BMW CS coupe, one of the early ones. We set the bar for high or low, depending on your pov. Lots of fun times, many girlfriends.

An older milf type woman named Francine would open her door and scream loudly so everyone on the block could hear, "Robert, do you want to f-ck..." I tried not to ever let the old gal down.

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Tempe airplane ride

Dave says he has a lot more shots, some even more disturbing than these. These pics actually scare me now. We were definitely out of control. But we sure had fun. These whippersnapping kids these days...