I don't need to hear your life story. I just want to talk about Southern California in the 80's in the years before you and I were born. Silk-Screened onto t-shirts and sold, I'm thinking we're the ones that got old. You'll take your time and safely arrive to 48 of the 50 U.S. states, sharing s***e, in someone elses backseat for now. Sharing s***es for now. We've payed a deposit and I've waited all day for an unfamiliar face to have something good to say, but I don't need to hear your life story. I just want to talk about the Southern California in the 80's, so what would it take for you to walk away and throw aluminum cans into a clear plastic bag? It's hot outside. You could save our lives.