Many years ago I moved into my first apartment. It was in a shit neighborhood like most first apartments. There was a tranny hooker that worked out by the gas station on the corner. Everybody saw him every day as we drove into the complex. Then the local junior high boys took to chasing him around on their bikes with rolls of pennies. They'd pop out a penny and throw it at the troon and shout "faggot-whore". Apparently it made a pass at one of the boys when they got off the school bus and this was their response. Fucking kids were based.
They don't make kids like that anymore.
The 90's were a great time.
If I could relive 1998-1999 in a loop, I would.
Pre-9/11 america seems like the garden of Eden now. I grew up in San Diego. It was a rite of passage to get your driver's licence at 16 and walk across the border to Tijuana and drink with your friends. In those days Mexican bartenders would sell booze to a kindergartner if they had American dollars. My point is, I used to go through an international border checkpoint, at 16, liquored up on cheap tequila and pacifico beer and the border patrol agent would take one look at my Nordic complexion and wave me through without checking my ID. It was a helluva time to be alive.