One night in the 80’s, the Dead were playing
Cincinnatti Cinncinati Cleveland the same night as Bill Cosby, and staying in the same hotel. Cosby, perhaps looking to expand his options, invited Billy up to his room and offered him a spiked glass of wine, which Billy drained in a swallow.
“Hey, did you put something in there? Mighty kind of you: couldja top me off, Coz?”
Billy polished off seven or eight of Cosby’s cocktails with no ill effects, even stealing a few sweaters to give to Phil.
“Gonna call it a night, Coz,” Billy said and went back to his room. It was a long walk and something told Billy to turn around, but he didn’t.
To this day, the only advice Billy ever gives to young people is this: You never regret the dicks you punch; only the dicks you don’t.