Memories, memories… 1988. Just me, mom and dad. Dad with criminally long hair, full beard and unbuttoned red lumberjack shirt and mom with vinyl boots, leather jacket, sports bra, short leather jacket, a belt (the kind a boxing champion wears, not the pants-holding kind) with a goddamn rabbit tail on the centerpiece. All of this white to contrast with her skin. Huh. All of this with an afro sculpted like a pillar (now known as "Marge Simpson hair").

Yeah, just an ordinary day in the 80s.