Vietnam

I must've been eight years old, but I remember watching the war in black and white, and hanging out in the backyard with my cousin Gina and her boyfriend at the time, Mike. Mike was thinking about going to Canada, or telling me that guys were going to Canada.

As a kid, I thought that every boy grew up and got drafted and shipped off to Vietnam. Fighting bullies and getting my ass kicked in Monterey Park was bad enough. I was the skinny kid. Need I elaborate?

Vietnam and The Beatles. Keep the faith, baby.