My wife said something about Kavanaugh that I can't stop thinking about.

[VOX]

38. I went to a small, semi-rural state college in the late 1960s.

Beer and weed, hash (when available), Seconal and Darvon washed down with vodka, very iffy acid (I passed), just sticking shit into our faces, from Thursday-Sunday.

We goofed around with cherry bombs, threw patio furniture into the dorm pool, played baseball in the driving rain, soccer in the hallways.

WE WERE LITTLE SHITS! I cop to it, I was high 60% of the time, world events were excessively weird, all branches of service were drafting young men, LBJ dropping out, MLK, Jr. and RFK killed, fucking Nixon, Charles Manson, the Tet Offensive, everything was going to hell at once. We were pushing back against weird times by getting weirder. (See Hunter S. Thompson.)

But here’s the difference: I knew of no one who took advantage of women, let alone assault them. Not saying it didn’t happen, because it probably did, somewhere nearby, even. But the rowdy group I hung with were actually decent kids, having their first taste of freedom. Our dorm was split into wings, one for each gender. One of the few rules we respected was curfew, so as not to get the women written up.

Some really terrific women actually tolerated our group, and they were never disrespected. We had all kinds of co-ed adventures, and there was no grabbing or groping or talking shit, that would not be tolerated— especially while under the influence. We were busy trying to figure out the chords to something off the Beatles White Album. And talking. I’ve never talked so much, and listened more, in my entire life.

Jesus, just tapping this out this recollection makes me want to hop in the hot-tub time machine and return to the late, great, ‘68. (And stay there!)