Hey, this was when even black people who didn't talk like white people liked the Beastie Boys. I used to have this chick who I dated when I was like 12 and she lived like two or three miles away, and I would ride my 10-speed to her place with this shit on the cassette walkman was the popular style at the time, sort of like your new-fangled robot ipod, but different because it was larger and didn't make you look like a faggot. Well, I would ride my bike to her place and we'd go down this gravel road where her horse she had was and we'd feed the horse then sit in the hay building and kiss and kiss and kiss and her mouth tasted like bubble gum and I never got to fuck her because her dad made her break up with me because I had hair that was not American and he was an army American. But I never compromised. I was fighting for my right, yo.
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