Longing for the past.

[Raynine]

Mid-winter,1966. I am 18 with hair down to my waste. I am at a gas station with a six-foot dude sporting bushy hair wearing a thick fur coat. He has an electrical engineering degree, and he built the sound system my rock band uses. I have a pair of Neanderthal fur boots on my feet that I bought recently, and I believe I am super cool. The gas station attendant is looking at us like we are a father and son Bigfoot. He keeps watching us out of the corner of his eyes like we are from another planet. I really miss the feeling of freedom that gave me.

 

[Woodznutz]

Mid-winter,1966. I am 18 with hair down to my waste. I am at a gas station with a six-foot dude sporting bushy hair wearing a thick fur coat. He has an electrical engineering degree, and he built the sound system my rock band uses. I have a pair of Neanderthal fur boots on my feet that I bought recently, and I believe I am super cool. The gas station attendant is looking at us like we are a father and son Bigfoot. He keeps watching us out of the corner of his eyes like we are from another planet. I really miss the feeling of freedom that gave me.

Reminds of the "Roaring Twenties" and the raccoon fur coats.