I saw 3 dog night too. Memories are real fuzzy about concerts. I usually got really wasted so I could have 'fun'. Friends would tell me later whether or not I succeeded. I do remember one time, might have been 3 dog night, who knows. I don't recall the drug, but it must have been some kind of stimulant thing that was going around. Anyway, what I do remember was that I 'danced' so violently, or in such an odd fashion, that a ring of spectators formed around me. The next thing I remember was on the way home being dehydrated to the point of loosing consciousness.
Another time, I wrecked my best friend's '67 Impala Fastback the afternoon of a Robin Trower concert. (I still don't understand how the police did not see how stoned I was). My friend, Ray, had just finished fixing it up really nice, big tires, jacked up in the back, new intake and carb (the kind that required a hood scoop, I think) It was raining lightly, and I went to pass another car, and lost control, not being used to driving such a powerful car. I hit another car, and caused injuries. I didn't even go over to check on them. Too scared I might see blood, I guess. More likely I was afraid of an 'uncomfortable' confrontation. But did we let that stop us? NO WAY! We bummed a ride with some buddies who ended up leaving us there. It was Miami, about 30 miles from home. I don't know if they forgot, got tired of waiting for us to find them, or exactly who they were, for that matter. We called his dad at about 2-3 in the morning after coming to the conclusion it was too far to walk. Boy was HE pissed when he got there. He never said a word the whole ride. The next morning I withdrew all my savings, about $300., I think, and knocked on their door and handed it to his dad with an apology. He still was not smiling.
Another fun adventure I had was getting real wasted one day, a little bit of everthing. Pot, acid, beer, and some pills represented as THC (who knows, I put all kinds of garbage in my body) I was driving east, not sure what road, started passing another car, crossing a double yellow line in the process, and came real close to hitting a Sherriff's Deputy coming the other way. He had the nerve to pull me over! I remember thinking I should take my shades off so he wouldn't think I was stoned. I had to use the rear view mirror and 'self talk' and a passenger's guidance to assist with the hand/eye coordination to accomplish this task. The Deputy asked if I was John McNulty's son. I said yes, and he let me go with a warning. My Dad was no big political guy or rich or anything, but he was well respected in the area for his reputation as a good, honest, hard-working man of character. I never knew if the guy let me go out of respect for dad's reputation, because he knew what shame it would bring him, or if he knew what Dad had been through with some of us kids, and wanted to spare him more pain. Boy, those were fun times! :scared: ....Ginger?