The mid-80's were not a pretty time for Rick and I. After years drug abuse and smoking, we were not very healthy. Rick had been smoking about 7 packs of smokes a day and my meth use was out of control. We got the strangest looks from people when we would go to the flea market in Albuquerque. Rick would bitch me out for wearing my bike shorts and I would rag on his mullet.
It's 2010 now and thankfully, we got better.