January 28, 2008
I want to bump into a 26-year-old Larry Bird. I want my girlfriend and I to wear identical, ass-hugging Chardon jeans and rock out in an arcade. I want to be served snacks by a hot waitress on rollerskates, who then winks at me and tackles me onto some hip new video game called Zaxxon. Damnit, I want to be in my early-20s in 1982.