36,500 Words.

Freshman year, so it was 1981. Track practice over, needed a ride home; somehow, the stoner dudes who lived across the street were impressed that I could actually run and offered me a ride home.

As soon as we got into Jeff's car, they cranked loud-ass metal. And as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, they lit up and started passing it around. It came over to me, I said, "Uh, no thanks, I already had some before." They were nice enough not to laugh in my face.

So for that, Jeff, Kieth, Jim, I thank you.