We called it the Space Cruiser.

We “hot-boxed” the car, filled it with as much marijuana smoke as we could, music turned up loud to anything as we screamed at the top of our lungs, the battle cry of our fading youth.

SPACE CRUISING BY MARIO GALVAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 101

We called it The Space Cruiser. Glow-in-the-dark planets hung from the crimson roof. We blazed along the back…