Bad acid, bad acid, oh I'm having flashbacks! (What was that about?)

I was one of the one million people who got to try to walk across the Golden Gate bridge in 1987. I stood there, motionless, for about three hours because so many people tried to cross at the same time that we all were gridlocked.

If my prostate was the same back then as it is now I would have done something I wouldn't have been proud of.

Nonetheless, good picture.