Waiting for Speedway Fowler

I remember those days. We used to also have a tiny, tiny charcoal grill, on which we'd recklessly cook burgers and dogs regardless of the fact the poor little thing really burned more lukewarm than hot. We usually had beers out of huge coolers in the back of Bob's or Clarence's truck. I'd chain smoke the whole time while we all wondered just how much the security cameras were recording.