When I came back to United States from Canada I hooked up with my first wife. After she got out of school we were living together. She lied to our parents, telling them that she had her own place when we were really living together at a house in Edgemont, outside of Philly.

This was the party place. Every night you could come in and there was a full-on party with ten or twenty people. It was fun. My marriage was crazy, crazy. We were all doing drugs. My wife was doing drugs. There were six of us living in the house and we shared each other’s wives a lot of the time. It was nuts, full on nuttiness. We have a swimming pool with swim parties. It was insanity for one year every night.

During this time I was working as a carpenter sell per but I missed work half the time because I couldn’t get out of bed. But it was full-on fun, fun, fun.

Meanwhile my drug habit was getting worse and worse. We got married, but the house split up after year. My wife and I went on living in several places. But by the time I was 24 or years old I knew I had a problem that I couldn’t stop. I was addicted.

The 1980’s: I Get Married a Second Time

During the decade of the nineteen eighties, I recognized that I needed to stay sober. I met my wife and I started to recognize who I was.

I got married in 1985 and 1986. Her parents liked me; we had the ceremony at Pasatiempo. It was a great day.