“So there I was, circa '88, pedal to the floor of my Dad's Oldsmobile Firenza, a girl I had the heavy hots for riding shotgun, her long black hair flitting through the cracked window into the summer night. We were headed to a keg party in the parking lot of a hockey arena. Things looked promising. I forget most of what happened at the party, only that the girl, who bore a striking resemblance to th”
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