Proof I’m getting older….the remix
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When I was growing up…….
My cable box was a A/B switch. Flip it to A. Flip it to B. My cable channels. HBO and WHT. Who remembers that? HBO – Haitian Body Order and WHT – White Honkey TV….Now kids got TIVO pausing live tv.
No iPods. I had a Walkman. Sony joint. That had a radio on it so I could listen to DJ Red Alert on Kiss or Marley Marl on WBLS. Chuck Chillout. And the headphones had that cheap foam cover that always ripped.
There was no call waiting. If someone was on the phone you got the busy signal and called back later.
Cell phones were car phones and they were in these big ass bags that people would carry. Now you just put the shit in your pocket and roll out.
Remember when chips went up to 35 cents?!?! and that fugged you up because usually you could get a bag of chips and 2 Bazooka gums for 10cents but now you had to spend all your loot on the chips…
Coca Cola was more than a soda. It was a clothing line. You know I had the sweat suit right?
Albee Square Mall. Airbrushed jean jackets. Nuff said.
Triple Fat Goose, Starter Jackets with the matching hat, Hilfiger and Polo shirts. Girbaud jeans. Guess.
V.I.M (Flatbush and Church Aves. – right by Erasmus Hall – that’s where you copped the different color Lee’s and there was even a rumor that if you brought back X amount of Lee patches, you’ll get aVCR or some shit.
No Treo’s and Blackberry. I rocked the digital watch with the calculator or a Swatch when I wanted to get my fancy on.
Video games were like one pixel. There were no commercials for it. You get your “case” quarter and get busy. Pac-man, Track and Field, Dragon’s Lair, Centipede – who wants it. Joysticks had one button. Two at lost. The games now have like 8. That’s probably why I don’t play them. Too much going on.
You played games outside. Run Catch and Kiss. Off the Wall. We made up this joint called Jail Tag. Skelly, skully, skellsies….I would spend hours melting candles in a medicine cap, fill caps with puddy……just to be nice..(I realize that some of you are completely clueless…it’s okay)
Does anybody play handball anymore?
Do you want to go with me? ___YES ___No ____Maybe. It was that simple. Seal up the note and have them pass it up hoping one of the knuckleheads wouldn’t read it and put you on blast.
Mister Softee….let me tell you…I can still hum the theme song….the ice cream man around my way now…he’s wack. He doesn’t sell ice cream. He sells ice’eee’s. Booooooo……I want a vanilla cone with chocolate sprinkles (is it sprinkles or jimmies?). I want a lemon ice with the wood stick so I can scrape. I want the ice that only the pizza spots sold so I can mix flavors….
Central air was an air conditioner in the window with the bricks underneath so it won’t fall out. Lugging that crap from The Wiz.
Remember when you would hit that red record button on your tape deck to make a tape and hope and pray the DJ wouldn’t talk while you’re recording? And then you pop those plastic pieces off of it so you couldn’t record over it but then if and when you wanted to, you put a piece of scotch tape over it……
Wow. That felt good………
What do you miss?