Summer Of 72 (Higher Quality)

'72 began like '71 ended.

I was in my second year of college.

Boise City College.

Wasn't exactly Harvard.

To me, it was like high school.

I was still carrying some baby fat.

I still used Clearasil.

I was still a virgin.

In June, my brother broke his leg.

And his best friend, Mitchell Carter,

asked me if I'd like to take my brother's place

on a week's vacation to California.

Mitch still wanted to go.

I thought about the sun and fun.

And I thought about the ocean.

I told Mitch yes in a hurry.

That's how it started, that summer, back in '72.

Far out.

Look at this.

It's beautiful.

Sure beats the old "you bag 'em."

Anything you say.

Wow, it all looks good.

How about right over there?

Wow, nice.

Look at that.

-What are you looking at?

-It's an X-score, buddy.

-X-score?

-Yeah.

-What's a score?

-Pussy.

-Pussy.

-Here, look.

-Not bad at all. -Not bad. They're fantastic.

They're beautiful.

Ours.

Let's go.

-Hey, Chunks. -Yeah?

One of the most fitting knackers I have seen in a long time.

Wow.

You know something, Chunks?

We're gonna be slipping the meat to those girls in no time at all.

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