After a late-night round of "professional drinking" with his friend Harry Nilsson, Webb went to sleep and had "an incredibly vivid dream": I had an old brace of pistols in my belt and I was riding, hell-bent for leather, down these country roads, with sweat pouring off of my body.
Nach einer durchzechten Nacht mit seinem Freund Harry Nilsson hatte er im Schlaf einen „unglaublich lebendigen Traum“: “I had an old brace of pistols in my belt and I was riding, hell-bent for leather, down these country roads, with sweat pouring off of my body.