“We used to play a game called ‘Let’s Go Get Lost,’” Waits remembered of their early courtship. “We’d drive into a town and I would say, ‘But, baby - I know this place like the back of my hand, I can’t get lost.’ And she’d say, ‘Oh, hell you can’t, turn here, now turn here. Now go back, now turn left, now go right again.’  And we’d do that all night until we got lost, and she’d say, ‘See, I thought you knew this town? Now you’re getting somewhere, now you’re lost.’”

Sometimes they’d end up in the scariest parts of south-central LA, or further out in Native American neighborhoods - places, Waits joked, where you could get shot just for wearing corduroy. “We were going into these bars - I don’t know what was protecting us - but we were loaded,” he recalled. “God protects drunks and fools and little children. And dogs.  Jesus, we had so much fun.”