It's 2003, you're twenty years old and after 50 trips to the CD warehouse you've convinced the cute girl there to let you take her on an "adult date". You decide on sushi followed by the hookah bar that just opened. You wear your best argyle vest as she picks you up in her pontiac sunfire (your 93 eagle talon overheats). You get in and she hands you the cassette to aux adapter for your iPod color. You know the perfect song
new @, same grant
he/him, late 20s