Way The Hell Back in December of ‘82

…when I was on a few long-lead invite lists and living a fairly fast Manhattan life in most respects, especially for a guy making a relatively shitty salary…parked in a comfy, semi-spacious studio on Bank Street, hitting screenings, parties and bars three or four nights per week, occasionally training to Connecticut on weekends and batting a healthy .400…late-breaking curves, sliders, fastballs, change-ups, spitballs, knuckleballs.