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17 huh?
Well...it's 1979, going into 1980, and it is my senior year in high school. I'm working at McDonald's and making my own money. There was no real fast food "stigma", at that time. Then, any job was a good job. We're about to roll out a new product. The Happy Meal. The very first theme would be Star Trek The Motion Picture. I'm drinking Iron City, Genesee, and Rolling Rock Beer, usually procured 20 miles away, across the Maryland border, where the drinking age is 18. I'm driving a pristine 1968 Mercury Monterey. On the 8-track can usually be heard either Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell, or Boston's Don't Look Back.
Due to a new found confidence, I'm receiving attention from girls that, before now, had barely acknowleged my existence. I'll soon be signing the papers enlisting me into the US Air Force, though I won't be leaving until well into my 18th birthday. I am dating Kathy, a very attractive, though slightly psychotic, redhead from another school. We taught each other a few things in the back seat of that Monterey.
Ahh...memories...
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"I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." - Susan B. Anthony
"Hedonism with rules isn't hedonism at all, it's the Republican party." - JumpinJesus
It is indisputable that true beauty lies within...but a nice rack sure doesn't hurt.
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