Year 1968

I still had hair.
I pledged a fraternity at Rutgers. We pledges built a bar that fell apart. I worked part time at Two Guys Department Store. I wasn't sure what to do with my life. I weighed 157 pounds.
Earth shaking world events were happening. I had no girlfriend.
In June I was taken by aliens who probed for days and ultimately rejected me. I was despondent for months.
In 1969 I discovered macaroni and cheese and became a new person with purpose. I would become a macaroni and cheese chef.
Men landed on the moon. I took up the banjo unsuccessfully, plunging me into another depression.
I looked forward to a new decade.
The hair situation became problematic.