Who needs toys when you’ve got yourself a pack of smokes? Am I right?

My cousin Jeff and I circa 1983. Keep in mind Big Brother wasn’t watching yet, that wouldn’t happen until a year later, in 1984. There was no supervision here, none. Jeff had likely just polished off his 6th beer and then passed out after this photo was taken (rest assured, I had the foresight to take away his keys earlier that afternoon).

Stay great!

Kate