That guy sounds a bit weird, Pea. BC bud shouldn't make ya scream, unless maybe his roach flew out the window.
I seem to get goofy just by waking up in a good mood, which is what I do 99% of the time. Booze and drugs don't enter into the picture, since a) somewhere along the way I seem to have developed a sensitivity to wine, and b) the drugs were a teen thing (hey, it was the 60s) and will definitely be a senior thing, but right now I am just - to be as trite as I can possibly be - high on life.
I also like those spur-of-the-moment road trips. One of the trips my daughter and I took, my husband was very sweet, he showed us all the best ways we might want to go. Well, so we got into the car (my car at the time was a glorious, obscene, ostentatious, politically incorrect big fat white Cadillac with white leather interior) (it was a statement, a parody, but few people ever seemed to get the joke) and decided to just drive whatever way felt right at any given moment. It was a helluva good way to do a road trip.
I don't know, I've just been having fun all my life. It just seems easier than the alternative, is all. Goofy is something we do naturally in this family, it kind of goes like this, get up, get dressed, eat, get goofy, and not necessarily in that order.