Ahhhh the 70's. We were on top of the world but cleaning up the crap pile left from the damn Hippies.
Mud pits marked every place they had been. Baggies floated around like snowflakes, and the scent of patchouli/urine was everywhere.
Thus the need for Mike Angello, and the Idiots. I'd like to shake their hands (or at least share a Lude).