POV you're 10 years old, just got dropped off at the Boys and Girls club after a hard day of 5th grade. The whole place smells of sweat and mildew and your empty lunchpale was just stolen from the unsecured cubbies in the main auditorium. Bummed out, you go to the gymnasium where the older teens are playing basketball and beyond the sounds of the ball dribbling and squeaky shoes you hear Cobra Stardust- you make me feel playing in the background through crusty speakers. Life was so much simpler than you realized back then.