After high school and a failed attempt at art school in Denver, I became the biker who could repair typewriters. At this time I was working for Albuquerque Public Schools as a repairman for the typewriters in the high school classrooms. I also was drifting down another path that would get real weird, real fast. Meth was all the rage and I was knee deep in the shit. I left the repair gig and went to work in a motorcycle dealership where I met Swanny. We rode all over the state with some 'colorful' characters and partied down. I'll be going into this era of my life this weekend. This was also a strange time for Rick and I and soon after this era we didn't see each other for years. Meth was such a wonderful drug, you could shit-can your life in 11 seconds.