Black Velvet Elvis (Super Slice of Super Slice of Super Slices)

Back in the Summer of 1990 my buddy Ryan and I were locked in what we were to later dub "The Summer of Hell": our girlfriends had dumped us, crushing our hearts into a thousand pieces. We spent the summer working on his grandmother's farm in the baking heat. And by "working on his grandmother's farm in the baking heat" I mean "crying on the porch about our girlfriends." The soundtrack to this summer? Right here. Played over and over and over in Ol' Blue, his family's truck that was built in 1766 I think. (Not to be confused with Blue, Op's couch!) Greatest riff ever. Enjoy!