Well, when I was fifteen, that's the year I went WILD. It was 1965, I'm so old. It was in the middle of the Viet Nam era, so that was really the middle of the Hippie
movement, the antiwar demonstrations, the drugs, the women's rights battle. This was the time I became an adolescent, sort of a "human being", and growing into the world—all this was taking place, and this shaped my personality.
So, um, politics, I didn't really care so much about politics. I understood the war, but... I liked the idea of free love, and free drugs, and partying. So when I was fifteen I started to go out wild every night. There was this discotheque called The Cheetah, and it was right next to my house. So my friend and I used to go. And because we were cute little girls… I had fake ID, everybody had fake ID, and the legal drinking age was eighteen, so it said I was eighteen (I was fifteen), and I went every night. I would sneak out of my house. I would pretend I was going to bed and then when everybody was asleep I snuck out the kitchen door, and it was only a few blocks to this discotheque called The Cheetah and I started to hang out, and party, and do marijuana. Nobody knew what the smell was like, we could smoke it anywhere, and they didn't know what the smell was like. It was amazing.
And then, at the Cheetah there were, um, "groups". Every two weeks there was a new group. And at that time, the Hippies were just starting to come into fashion, so guys with long hair were the fashion. And the musicians were the guys with the long hair. So if you went into a nightclub, the cutest guys were the guys with the long hair, the musicians, and they had the velvet clothes, and fringes (I love fringes), so sexy. So I started to… I had a new boyfriend every two weeks. Every two weeks there was a new band, and every two weeks I had a new boyfriend. It was heaven.