The smartest thing I ever did was leave Syracuse. Really.
I was 20, and it was early 1980, I was stuck in a dead-end job at a candle factory, unhappily living with my kid's mother(gf at that time), partying my ass off, doing stupid ******, and hating it.
This guy Dick worked for his father's construction company. One night in a bar in Mattydale "Flip somethingorother..."(forgot the name) he told Rick E. and me that he was hiring iron workers in Houston for $15/hr. If we showed up there in two weeks we were guaranteed jobs. So we thought about it overnight and decided to go for it. There were some very unhappy people, to say the least... His parents, my parents, my gf... Heh heh
Two days later we had like $400 between us. We loaded up my rat panhead on a trailer Bruce gave us, threw his guitars and our clothes in the back of my Jeep, had an all night party at Mike's, and headed south... still drunk...or high...or hungover... whatever. Didn't matter cuz we were stoked. Out of CNY into the $$$!!! Or so we thought...