Kick'n it Narcissistic style

Kick'n old school.

Back in the days when things were sweet and days never seem to end.

I remember the hot summer days of working in downtown Toronto at Aldo Liquidation with reggae tunes blaring while we jam and serve shoe boxes to angry women who refuse to believe their foot size is a 12.

Classy job.

The days when mod cars roamed the streets of Toronto radiating from Markham and flying down Richmond Hill. Where street racing was in. And organized.

Where drinking Bubble Tea was equivalent to drinking at a pub and going on movie dates were equivalent to getting laid. Those were the days. When all the boys cared about were modified cars and all the girls cared about was bonified hair dresses.

Hitting up the outdoor cinema with the roof folded down. When kisses were innocent. And flirting, well, lead to dangerous dreams and misleading fantasies. To life. To romance.

We salute.

To all of us who ever thought life was going to be easy.

Who thought choices had no aftermath.

Who thought.

These moments will last forever.

Life is short.

Just turn up the speakers.