My God! OP shorts. Miller’s Outpost “Le Shirt”. Bikini underpants. Striped socks. Yeah, I miss those days. Not so much for the clothes but for the fact that I had no mortgage, no car payment, and no credit card debt. I worked a minimum wage job 40 hours a week and could still afford my own apartment (no roommates). My erections were rock-hard and dependable, my hair was beautiful, and cocktails at the gay bar were cheap … free, even, if one used his youth as currency. No, life was not perfect then, but looking at it through the lens of nostalgia life most certainly was not terrible. In fact, it was pretty good. 😊