This shows my age

I’d spend summers with my grandad. He lived farther out in the country than me.

I was prolly 12 years old. Me, my brother/uncle/cousin (don’t read too much into that) and a friend would wait until around midnight.

We’d get on our bikes and cycle about 10 miles through dirt roads, grass fields, gravel roads, until we found that one paved road.

There was a gas station right there that was open 24/7.

We’d stock up on as many packs of cigarettes as we could and dip… and chew.

I think a pack only costed around $1 back then. The clerk clearly knew we were young as shit but he didn’t care about the 18 or older thing. He sold to us every time we went. It was a different time.

We’d cycle back another 10 rough miles. Then smoke, dip, and chew while listening to Guns n Roses and lying about our penis sizes.