It’s Fall 1983. If you had bothered to attend class, this should have been the start of your junior year in college. Instead, it’s your first semester back: back in school (but it’s at a community college) back home, after a year of unspeakable horrors in the Phi Sigma Kappa house. The BK Lounge is […]
there was a time when Honda was on fire, and could do (almost) no wrong. The gen 1 Civic was like a little cherry bomb lobbed into a Weight-Watcher’s convention… And this gen2 Civic was huge step forward; now instead of wearing a Civic like a badge of honor, one could now actually step into it and think of it as a legitimate car.
I am driving down the road today, listening to the iPod Shuffle shuffle. And I am transported. It’s the summer of 1982. Friday Night Videos is every Friday at 11:30 – a godsend for those of us without cable and the MTV. Ninety minutes of Sharp Dressed Man and Billie Jean and this: Beers with 8 […]
Nostalgia factor: 3/10 – Ahh, memories – mostly not mine.
Baseline: 0, since I never personally owned one. +1 because mom had one, +1 because that one was a crazy moonwagon, -1 because it didn’t have a radio – stupid Honda made you choose from dealer installed extra cost radios, +1 because I stole borrowed it to visit Madonna, +1 because it led to a sexathon, +1 because we until this year, it was the best sex ever, -1 because it was not actually in this car, +1 because I wasn’t driving it when we went to Jonathan B. pub for drinks, -1 for getting in my way when my bike fell over,-1 for denting like a little bitch, -1 for Cracker inheriting it and beating the shit out of it, +1 because there was this night in 1983 when I went to Jody #2‘s place for late Friday Night Videos and almost sex, and a brand new ’84 was in the driveway next to hers. I was freaked, because they were all like weird looking and shit, compared to Escorts and Colts and shit piles like that, +1 because it could hum along at 80 with no drama, unlike the ’78 Camaro in Car and Driver (which overheated at that speed) or Ribble’s Subaru (which had a seizure and died).
The cute one. Well, the first cute one. Jody #3 was pretty hot, too. Jody #1 had, uh, a great personality! she transferred to “my” BK Lounge – Immediate OMG reaction. Beyond what happens when a girl actually talks to me. Life with Jody was Party Central:
i.e., a crappy precursor with some different people, so were the Sex Police Pistols to the Mutant Dog F***ers. Recently, a copy of their signature anthem was recovered from a box of treasures like Ford Festiva hub caps and quiz bowl trophies hidden on a shelf 2000 miles from the basement where the following tripe […]
Sit back with some high gravity malt liquor, a pack of Camels and a revolver. It’s you or the stereo. One of you is not walking out of here after this aural assault… We are the Mutant Dog Fuckers. The official Phi Sigma Kappa metal band of June 1986.
