Picture the Goo’s traveling down the East Coast, “in basically a windowless van,” stresses ex-Goo’s manager Artie Kwitchoff, of the transportation used. “At least four guys, drinking beer, eating bagels and peanut butter, driving straight through - no ventilation.” One sleeps inches from the ceiling atop a pile of gently rocking equipment. Two more cram onto a tiny mattress on the van floor. Someone drives. They arrive in Miami “bruised, poorly rested, and shaking from fear and confusion,” and after the show they wind up separated - a move that will forever haunt them.“George and Robby complet