Thinking back on summer memories and times of days gone by

Back in the day, we would cruise down the Jersey shore. Top down. Sleeveless shirts. Music blaring. The girls, the cars, the adventure, searing hot summer heat. Mickey Mantle. Duke Snider. Willie Mays. (were all retired but it sounds cool) We were cool, we were hard, we were all wanna be fake blue collar tough guys, just like Bruce Springsteen. All the women would look and stare while I would roller skate the boardwalk in bell bottoms to the hits ABBA. I would even do a little spin, and their jaws would drop. It was what were are, it was who we are, an imagination, a time and place and it was all we'll ever be...Then at night all the boys would head back to garage and fuck each other in the ass...loudly. For hours on end. We went and got really gay with it. The neighbors would complain and call the police.

...But before that were the kings of cool, the boys of summer. On the road to nowhere. When America was America....and men were men.