Oh! Oh! I have an answer for this. I remember around the time that The Day After aired, one of the local news stations ran a story simulating what would happen to my city were it hit by an ICBM. We lived on the far side of a hill, far enough away from downtown for it to be potentially survivable. I decided that if we got the warning, I’d grab my bike and light out for ground zero. Fuck surviving, I don’t wanna take the chance of being alive but horribly injured, and that aftermath shit just wasn’t worth it.

Oh, so if you ever wonder why Gen X/Xennials are so fucked up, there ya go.