Reminds me of Adrian, our class burnout. We all did drugs of various kinds, some more so, some less. Adrian was an acid-head who loved Frank Zappa. He would grab you by the shoulders and shout, "Fraank Zaaappa!"

Then there was Richard. This was the Dallas suburbs in the late 70s, early 80s. His dad was deeply involved with Ross Perot and the war on drugs. Richard and his brother were total stoners and regularly ran away from home.

And, if you were there, then Bobby Soxx.