This is me passed out at nineteen years of age back in 1982, pool stick still in hand awaiting my next shot. I appear dead, I know. Don't remember where from this grainy black and white I happened across here, I have an entire set of color prints from that night somewhere in a box, but in cleaning up my hard drive I found this. [ UPDATE : I figured out where from this splotchy photo after all, a FAX of a photocopy of a scan of the original that was sent to me a few years back, it's a fourth generation rendition so no wonder so bad. It bugged me not remembering. Found the original sent to me by one of the other delinquents there that night. Mystery solved .] Things I remember about that night. Just Denise, Barb, Del and me with the house all to ourselves. Lots of rum and Coke, then rum straight up when the pop ran out. In the basement, playing pool, I think there might have possibly been a joint in the mix as well. Not too long before I first got married, trying to squeeze in al...