It was glorious, my FRiend, just glorius!
None of that auto-tuned, Euro-weenie dance music that followed me home from my last deployment and is now so prevalent on music stations catering to today’s yutes.
We were metal, we were proud, and we ruled suburbia with a with knuckles open glove and a iron fist. lulz...
LOL! True. I guess I was happy enough to listen to the cassettes in my truck as I waited in endless Beltway traffic to get somewhere! “Oooooh-ooooh, growing up.”