1986

A scooped blond pompadour frozen with pomade, uneven bolo tie beneath the collar of a big baggy paisley shirt buttoned to the top, bleach-stained jeans and blue suede creepers dance rockabilly until sunup drinking thick, dark beer in German discos.

I remember this guy. If I were to go back and visit, he might shake my hand but he would not recognize me.

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