When I was about 16 I had a girlfriend that I spent most of my time with. I eventually moved into her house with her family. Unfortunately, I was kind of a dick, but didn’t really know I was a dick, so…there was that. But across the street from her house lived a large, gray-haired, burly man named Jim. Jim was larger than life, reminded me of an overweight Gandalf, and was the coolest mother-fucker I knew at the time. We would sit on his porch, I would watch him carefully pack weed into a mysterious clear pipe and we would talk about music.