I find myself getting down on things... for no real reason. It's been this way for as long as I can remember. There were many times when I was in my 20's where I had to be talked into having a good time. I mean, I had to be convinced. I then graduated to rolling the dice, so to speak. By that I mean I quit caring about what might happen and just went out and did whatever. There were nights I wound up in a cabin up in the hills. There were nights I woke up in another state... both mind and body. I lost my car more than once and I ran through enough drunk women to last a lifetime. I once sat in a room, a motel room with two chicks I did not know. They were so strung out on coke and crank, so strung out on booze and sex that neither one of them could talk. I knew then that I was spending time with the wrong crowd. I have no regrets about those times because no matter how much fun I was having, I never destroyed anything or hurt anybody. One could say I hurt myself and those closest to me. But I suspect things have changed since that time. I have no regrets as I can spot trouble long before it spots me.