The year is 1984.
You’re at McDonalds, there is a mural of the Hamburgler and Grimace on the wall. It scares you. You order an apple pie and it scorches the roof of your mouth and burns the enamel off your teeth.
Your mother smokes a cigarette and you eyeball the small gold ashtray, excited to present her with the ashtray you made in art class.
Life is good. But the roof of your mouth will never be the same.