In the summer of 84 i was really gaming a lot with minatures, and i was really getting into metal music. My dad and i would get in fist fights, and things would get broken. I was on a boat a lot. I was writing a lot of code "for fun" and hacking games i bought at Egghead.
In '34 i expect to be rocking back and forth, on a porch, with a shotgun. Kids will pass and point at the crazy old man in his Bermuda shorts, wife-beater tank top, sock garters, and creaky porch and say "There's old man Berger.. i heard he killed a kid at Halloween last year, shot him from the bushes while the kid tried to TP his house!" Then my wife will come out with lemonade and wave to the kids, baring her fake vampire teeth and shouting to the kids, asking if anyone is thirsty. I wont be 'cool' enough to score drugs myself, but i will still know how to and who is holding.