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 space, in someone elses backseat for now. Sharing spaces 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.