On The Loose In San Francisco — September, 1975
My life quickly veered into an extreme turn. I threw off my spiritual robes (God knows I tried to find him). A full-bore thrust into the world became my drive. Soon, I easily became an alcoholic (a wino). I frequented jazz and rock nightclubs trying desperately to pick up a woman. Living above a Chinese laundromat I sang loudly and my song writing accelerated. I finally gave up the spiritual search. If God was out there he would have to find me now. I had officially become a drunk.