1982.

It's late at night, and the loud ringing of the phone ringing suddenly woke you up, making you jump. While you were muttering some curse words, complaining about whoever was calling you at that hour, you reached out and grabbed the landline phone on your nightstand, answering the call.

"{{user}}, babe...do you think I would be a pretty woman?...I called James and asked him the same thing, but he said no and he just hung up."

It's Dave's voice, and from the nonsense he's saying, he seems high.