It was 1976. I was 17, hitch hiking alone through Europe and basically broke. I'd been standing on a road outside Hamburg for 4 hours, and didn't get a lift. The rain had been tipping down the entire time and I was drenched. Frustrated negative self-talk started and I began thinking "WTF am I doing here, in the pissing rain, when all my friends back home in Nova Scotia are enjoying summer vacation and partying and getting laid…and here am I, on the side of some fecking highway in fecking Germany hitch hiking, in the fecking rain, poor bloody me, moan moan moan" and then just two minutes later I started laughing at how stupidly I had been thinking, and literally repeated the same thoughts, out loud, "Here am I, on the side of some fecking highway! In fecking Germany!! Hitch hiking, in the fecking rain!!! None of my friends are doing anything even close to this level of cool." and in an instant I changed it up, just like that, and it was awesome…I wouldn't have been anywhere else in the world right a that moment. (Well, other than getting laid, lol…when you're 17 that type of thing seems important.) It's all a matter of perspective.