Seventeen guitars were smashed at the first show. By the time the band broke up, he had smashed 700 guitars, most of them donated, all but the first, stolen.
Puking on the subway would be amazing. Everyone would be forced to endure the putrid stink of your throw-up until the next stop. There’s nothing they could do.
Everyone has a story to tell about this stuff. The night they set their neighbor’s lawn on fire, the night they threw up while kissing their girlfriend…
Otherwise you’d be hip-deep in new Image titles, concerned about Captain America, and still dreaming of being loved by someone with an impossible body.