A Brief Tale of Pre-Internet Adolescence: There were many balmy summer afternoons spent in my local 7-11, staring at the mocha-skinned beauties on cover of the latest Low Rider magazine. I would stand transfixed, struggling to decide if the embarrassment of purchasing this glossy wonder was worth the eventual late night pay-off. Alas, I was young and cowardly, so it remained on the shelf, waiting for the sticky embrace of another. But the tepid hot dog and two frozen Snickers bars I bought were pretty good too.