yeah, i remember sitting on front row in springfield and fantasizing that an airplane would crash and that the plane would come thru the wall under the 7/12 steps. In all the commotion there would be so much panic and chaos that i could just run thru the opening in the cinder block wall and escape to freedom. Kind of a selfish, violent and insane fantasy, what with all the people that would'a' got hurt or killed but i was young and desperate. i also remember the words to the Grateful Dead song "Sampson and Delilah" constantly runnin' thru my mind: "...if i had my way...i would tear this ol' building down".
Fuck straight, fuck all authority.
"Soul Captives are Free"-Bob Marley and the Wailers. PEACE.