grew up building wobbly bike jumps out of trashed plywood and whatever they could find to shove under it. Sometimes they would launch and soar into the stars, through the galaxy, slide E.T. a bite of their fresh pb&j and land with pride and glory.
Sometimes they would land on their huevos rancheros.
Their songs are a throwback to a nostalgic era, when kids still smoked an occasional Marlboro and neighborhood dogs roamed free in the streets.