It's 1982, my Mustang is white and looks just like this one. Down to the pin stripes and red interior. I'm a Junior and allowed to drive my own car to school. But I can't seem to remember to turn off my lights when I get there. I am constantly walking out to find my battery is almost dead. I blame it on the hormones of being 16.
On a warm March afternoon, it happened again. Except this time, my battery is dead.
I'm in 2nd Period Photography class with a bunch of football types and I know they're still around for practice, so I head for the gym. I see James, a 350 pound friend and I know that he'll help me.
"James! Hey, I need some help. I left my lights on and now my battery's dead. Can you jack me off?"