The ones we’d pass every day on the way to school, to work, or just cruising with friends, always catching our eye, always there. They weren’t just markers on the road; they were part of the backdrop of our lives. Now, some are gone—replaced, forgotten, or left to fade. But in our memories, they’re still standing tall.

From sticky floors to blurry stories, nickel beer night was more than just a bargain, it was a rite of passage. Who needs inflation when you had the best times of your life for less than a dollar? Cheers to the good old days, when your tab was lighter than your head the next morning.

The dimly lit dive bars, sweaty basements, and smoky back rooms where you saw your favorite bands before they blew up. When we actually watched the show instead of recording it. If you weren’t there, you just weren’t there. No proof. No replays. Just a memory burned into your brain forever.