Two friends of mine that have since passed, a guitar player named Cliff and a blind drummer named Jan... after a gig on a snowy cold night, Cliff was driving Jan home. Because the weather was bad, and Cliff had to drive really slow, Jan got out of sync on where the turns and time were on the drive. Cliff stopped a couple houses from Jan's house and said, "Ok, Jan, we're here!" Jan got out of the car and was walking really slow because of the snow, and tumbled over an unfamiliar row of bushes. He laid there in the snow hollering, "CLIFF, YOU NO GOOD SON OF A BITCH!!" Cliff was laughing his butt off!