When I was around 10, my parents went away for the weekend. Naturally, my teenage sister decided to throw a party - just her friends though. As parties like that go, things got out of hand and this tiny house was PACKED with people - cars and motorcycles everywhere outside.

The next morning I woke up to find bodies strewn all over the house. As I stepped over them, I looked into their faces. Their look and the way they were positioned made me think of mom in one of her "horrible" times. It was the first time I ever saw anyone choose to do that to themselves for entertainment or want to look like that around their friends - or strangers like me.

I woke up my sister and asked why so many people came. She told me, "Word got out that Styx would be here." They were a local band around here.

After everyone came back to life and most people left, my sister and her friends took me out for breakfast. It was an appropriate bribe to keep me quiet - I GOT TO EAT PANCAKES - not with just a knife and fork - WITH STYX!!

I'm sure Dennis DeYoung does not remember that day. My sister barely remembers what happened back then.