Oh, Damn! Boobs! I remember those. They were on these other type of humans, called women? Occasionally on guys? God, I miss those.I remember our cable box having an analogue ticker that you had to slide back and forth to change the channel.
I remember watching porn through a fuzzy screen (we obviously didn't own the channel) and getting all giggly when we could actually make out a boob.
I remember getting in trouble because my cousins and I racked up a substantial bill from The Box, an ancient music television service that played music videos 24/7, and you could pay money to pick what played next (well, to put your choice into the queue.) One night we'd played "Ice, Ice Baby" from brand new phenom Vanilla Ice like 20 times.
On women. Not the boobs on guys.
And Holy Shit. I think I remember you saying you were from Ohio originally? We got the Box in New York.
I remember praying that people would pay for "Here Comes the Hotstepper"