Movie? Jail, I guess.
Picnic? I dunno.
Slept? In my own blood.
Got drunk? Where HAVEN'T I got drunk? I got drunk right before I had to go to court. I was wearing a Charlie Manson T-Shirt too. I went to jail again.
Stole something? I dunno- I stole a pack of lunchmeat from an all night All American store in upstate NY. I was hungry. I stole some clothes from the Salvation Army box I slept in in NYC.
Went swimming? In a deserted hospital that was used as a rehab. It was a crumbling piece of s**t, too. But it was with a pretty girl who was recovering from a crack addiction.
Told someone I love you? Nowhere weird.
Felt fear? Oddly- in a field. I saw a ghost of a little girl. Oh- ! In an outhouse! Which was in the middle of a corn field- I lifted up the wooden seat and mice swarmed out-scared the s**t outta me!
Just was? In a crypt in a graveyard. Me and my brother Mike broke in during the winter of '72-just for the hell of it.