By Tom Lea
Anybody that knows me personally knows that one of my major wishes in life is to have the opportunity to graduate high school in the eighties. I’m talking late 80’s. Like, class of 1988, 80’s.
It’s basically become an obsession of mine. I love everything about that decade. I would have totally torn into the school parking lot with my Thunderbird while wearing tight ass jeans and a matching jean jacket vest on a daily basis. You bet I would be groomed with a sweet mullet and roll in blasting Van Halen and .38 Special, and I’d do it with pride.
The girls would be hot with their big hair and speckled jeans and the guys would have so much to talk about when we hit up the Whitesnake concert and crack a few beers in the parking lot. It’s just everything I represent and want in life. Too bad I graduated in 04, the 80’s really missed out.
Anyway, I only bring up this dream of mine because I found reason No. 5,210 as to why I love the 80’s and it probably saved my life.
I had the distinct pleasure of...
