Acceptable In The Eighties: Part One – The Bad & The Ugly 87/88
1987 wasn’t the best of years for me; the only year I really loved with any kind of memory during the 80’s was 1984. However, for this nostalgia trip, I’m going to forsake the good and move to the bad. Don’t give up reading just yet, because it gradually gets better. I honestly wouldn’t want to depress anybody with my torturous scything events of 1987; still, what do they say,…