I’m feeling quaint today. That is, I’m in a bit of an 80′s way, which doesn’t exactly compute with my standard MO. Maybe it’s because anything 80′s is now at least 20 years old and that’s my watermark for feeling nostalgic.
I permed my hair, had two piercings in my left ear and wore short sleeve shirts rolled up to the shoulder, had a haircut like George Michael. I didn’t roll cigarettes into my sleeve — it was a little too James Dean for me — and that was not the look I was going for (see above.)
Besides, I smoked Dunhills and the box hardly fit into my sleeves.
I drank too much, smoked too much dope, nearly destroyed my hearing from too much loud music in radio station studios, barrooms and headphones. I made a fool of myself over too many beautiful girls who thought I was, well, a fool. I spent $100,000 during that decade and made about $15.
Yeah, those were good old days.
Offered without prejudice: