Summer of 1971. I was 18 years old. The Vietnam War was still raging and my draft number was 14, ready for Richard Nixon to call me up and send me off to war. I lived in Maryland and could legally buy a beer, a bottle of wine, and a Playboy Magazine for the first time in my life. I walked into a 7-11 store and plunked down my 2 bucks and got change back, ... walked out of the store with my first brand new Playboy Magazine. That was the moment I knew I was an adult. I wish I still had that magazine. Over the years I would buy an issue every once in awhile, not so much for the images of the nude and beautiful women inside, but to recapture that feeling, ... that youthfulness and being wild and strong and free. The magazine here in this image, ... the one showing the first time nude images of Madonna, ... the last issue that had staples, ... was bought in 1985, the year before my youngest daughter was born. I’m sure it’s worth some money to some collector. It lives in an old box under my bed, ... and it’s the only one I own.
Playboy.
A guy thing.