I was 13 in '78. A long hair'd skateboarder and dirt-biking New Mexican teen who was already developing a insatiable taste for alternate realities.
It was also the year that most of the people who knew me started making predictions about my maximum life expectancy.
Definitely living on the edge. Fortunately, I lived long enough to become a boring East Coast suburbanite?
People are strange, but life is even stranger.