About 24. It began to get in the way of other things at that point. I was into biking, canoeing, sailing, windsurfing, scuba diving and travel. Sleeping all day and hangovers are not conducive to those activities. The night people and the day people were different as well. Also, about this time, the local drug trade, including grass and coke—an integral part of the disco scene I was into at the time—had been taken out of the hands of the local high-school and college crowd and into those of the Columbia cartel out of Miami. Thus, guns were involved and people were showing up dead. So, I found my self living a double life. The night people were much different than the day people, but the day people were more positive, had more fun, and lived longer. I chose the day people.
I still partied a little until about 30 years of age, but then I went to Europe, met a nice lady who enjoyed quiet dinner parties and culture, and my days of partying were finished for good. I’ve since run into people from my partying days—those who lived through it—and, except for a few, they did not do well at all.