I turned 18 in 1990. Was still hooked on hair-band rock (Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, etc.), drove a ‘69 Ford Falcon. **** of the Rings was still a book (and cartoon). Wayne’s World made complete sense and head banging to Bohemian Rhapsody was cool. On Friday and Saturday nights, we’d cruise (cruisin’) the main strip, perform the occasional Chinese fire drill and talk up guys. My parents had huge bag cell phones. Our jeans were tight-rolled, stone-washed, and ripped. I think my computer was running Windows 3.0.