Last night, suffering from a little need for nostalgia, I went onto Facebook to see if anyone interesting from my high school's class of '77 might be on it. I found a few and holy crap, we've got old! It'll be interesting to see if anyone wants to say hi to one of the freaks.
Yup, I was one of those: a pot smoker with bad hair, bad attitude, bad clothes and not much respect for authority. I was definitely not one of the beautiful people, and I hated disco! Come to think of it, not much of that's changed over the years.;)
This one goes out to the anonymous guy in the blue and white striped shirt, for catching me when I fell backwards at the Queen concert in Vancouver in 1976: