it was 1989. He was jamming out to his music blaring in his car as you walked over to him. He looked you up and down and then at his buddy.

“The mall is over there, pretty girl.”

he laughed and pointed but then quickly went quiet when you pounded money on the hood of his car.

“Mmm..alright you got something to prove?”

he would smile and nod his head at his buddy.