For I, as a young lad, owned Boulder Hill. The envy of EVERYone, and no one but me got to touch it. The gas pumps eventually broke, but the rest was in perfect working order when I sold it at the garage sale OF MY INNOCENCE, wherein I frittered away G.I. Joe heroes, a remarkable MASK collection and a NES with 30 classic games (I had superb taste) for a few measly bucks. I don’t even remember what I bought with the money, but… I was a fool.

Still, I had it and you didn’t. Take that, Brian.