It was a good nite. Oct. 11, 12 1983, Madison Sqaure Garen, NYC. I have my ticket. I was living with the woman who would eventually become my wife. My girlfriend Carolyn was a deadhead as well, that I met in my college days in a small town in upstate NY. During our college years we went to a handful of shows together along with friends loaded in someones car. A few years later we moved in together and would usually see shows together but tonite she could not go. Well i wasn't gonna miss a show just because she couldn't go. i only remember one thing about that show. St. Stephen. The boys hadn't played it in years and although it wasn't the most stellar version, it was st. stephen none the less. Wow. whatever could top this, I thought to myself. Little did i know, that was the beginning of my luck that nite. Most of the show goers got on the train to go home afterwards. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of seeing the boys in the garden, it was awesome. it was a real easy show to go to as the preferred mode of transportation is the Long Island Rail Road which runs directly under Madison square Garden. You can get real drunk or dosed and fucked up and you never had to worry about driving home. Perfect. Well, being a bit dosed after the show I didn't want to head right home so I found a bar and had a couple more drinks. I remember catching a really late train home. The train was almost empty so I remember walking up and down the aisles looking for my "perfect" seat. there was a beautiful girl sitting alone so i figured to sit across from her and admire her on the ride home. But then she started talking with me. I pretended not to hear her too well which gave me an excuse to sit next to her. I remember we talked about a relatively unkown DJ, Howard Stern. We started talking about how sexual he is and getting really turned on by each other. I had to make my move. Well, she liked my move and I remember fucking her in the bathroom stall of the long island rail road between the stops Mineola and Hicksville. i think her name was Diane, but who knows. I got home that evening to my girlfriend having to tell her that she missed the breakout st stephen show. she seemed rather sad that she missed it but I told her I'd make her forget about the missed show and remember having some mind blowing sex with her. So, lets recap: St. Stephen Getting laid on the train by a stranger Getting laid when I got home to my girlfriend It was a good nite The morality gods must have been really, really pissed at me because the next day Carolyn and I were almost killed in a car crash. ( i guess they didn't give a shit about her!) We both had to go to the hospital for observations. this can't be happening I thought to myself, as for tonite, we had 2 tickets in the 10th row. They wanted us to stay overnite but we said, fuck no, we got a dead show to go to. Oct 12, 1983. it was a good show. Nothing out of the ordinary, until the encore. The very first Revolution. I'll remember those shows

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