We smoked weed and cigarettes and drank Bush beer, $4 a 12 pack. We would drive around smoking and rocking out, go to concerts for $12-$15 a ticket and use paper maps to figure out how to get places if we didn’t already write down the directions or got lost. To be clear it was weed not cannabis and we would get in big fuckin trouble when busted for it. Music was analog back then, parents had stereos with record players and Dolby sound was high tech. The cars passed down from our parents had 8-track players and radio. Took over my mother’s cassette tapes, favorite was John Denver Rocky Mountain High on side A, side B Pink Floyd Meddle. I found my father’s reel-to-reel player and box of “acid-rock” in the basement and we glorified the 60s wishing for the free-love hippy days. The music was really bad, awful stuff and another reason we (counter-culture) glorified the 60s, went punk rock or full on metalhead. Across the board the consensus was Disco sucks, even though it was fucking amazing. The fashion was hilarious with stores like Chess King in the mall representing peak 80s style. HS was segmented just like the movie Breakfast Club; preps, burnouts, nerds, jocks and punks. AIDS scared tf out of us as did nuclear war, The Day After. edit for more detail: I was the one selling you weed by the quarter ($40) or eighth ($25) as well as black beauties (mail order caffeine pills). My parents got divorced, drunk driving was killing friends and my mother opened our home to party at and keep us kids off the roads, other parents either appreciated or hated us.