Here's another...
I'd like to go back, to this one night back in September 1981, where my best friend and I were at the house of another close friend. We were playing Quarters with him and his brother, with AC/DC and Ozzy Osborne playing as loud as we could make it without attracting the attention of the police. Now, after two or three hours of playing Quarters straight through's gonna get you to feeling no pain, of course, so, we stopped, and we went outside, and in some kind of silly, intoxicated ecstasy, plotted on how the three of us were gonna change the world (host's younger brother was fast asleep on the couch, despite the thumping of the drums of the late Keith Moon). We stood there, out on his front lawn, at three in the morning, with our arms around each other, telling ourselves most exuberantly that nothing would stop us in our quest to make the world a better place than it was.
The host of this ridiculous little party wound up dying in a car crash in Louisiana the following summer. He was eighteen. I'd love to go back and just tell him how great I thought he was, what a great impact he made on my life, and that, twenty three years on, I still miss him very much...