So you were locked in there? Eight decks down in the hull of an aircraft carrier, in the Persian Gulf, at “war,” raving?

Pretty much. We would invite friends and take pills, ecstasy. No booze. If they smelled booze on your breath, you were screwed.

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Grant Brissey covered everything from hard news and technology, to music, film, and visual arts during his time working for The Stranger. Grant's work has also appeared at Geekwire, and in Billboard,...