Don't have any road musician stories myself, never having been one, but I'm enjoying the memories, pornographic or otherwise! Some of us are enjoying the vicarious trip to the wild side (which isn't anywhere near Buffalo) or into retrospective voyeurism - I'm not sure which.

I think the Sebastian song Art posted pretty much nailed it. If it weren't for the hard (ahem) times, the silly times, y'all would be boring old farts. Nice to have something to talk about in the sensible, boring years. In all seriousness though, I think that those who've come through any "trial by fire" and not been consumed by it are left with a certain strength and courage - and wisdom, certainly, along with enough humor to smile at the memories.