Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

That summons a PTSD memory of working Skynyrd. It was Dm's first year or two of working RM. Back then, Dm's partner in crime, the late great Lizard King, was the Shoreline supe, and he would get a hotel as part of the gig because he lived in Santa Rosa. There were outrageous afterparties there - and by that, they were akin to what one imagines rock concert afterparties to be - illicit in so many ways. Dm forgets what the show prior to that Skynyrd show was but LK and Oddjob (another partner in crime) conspired to get DM so spun that he could drive home, forcing him to crash in the hotel room of sin, and then they cajoled him in his hungover and manipulatable state to work Skynyrd the following day because they had a skeleton crew (just the threesome). It was awful, in retrospect, a premonition of the Trump nation, rednecks running about in trucks flying the confederate flag. So many calls. So many cranked up drunks getting in fights. A nightmare of a show. 

Skynyrd encored with Freebird. The lighters came out. Dm walked the concourse to see this so often mocked phenomena and was amused.