Sounds like Stephen King's Blues

Back in 1974

Guess what? I wanna show you something. It's an old open-cut mine pit filled with soiled rain water. About 6 feet deep and probably infested with Naegleria fowleri and a bunch of other nasty things as well. And it's the coolest place in the world! Of course we have to ride our bikes there for a good eight miles in the late July heat (with our t-shirts tucked in our shorts for hiding the dirty magazines). But hey, it's the best place to swim and dive and cough out our chasty lungs in privacy smoking those Kools you pinched from your mother's desk drawer.

So thinking of now, that was the best summer you ever lived. Those endless days at the lake in the open-cut pit. The other ass-kick thing was an LP that your brother gave you when he moved out. The album you played through five times in an afternoon in your room, where the smell of pubescent sweat and semen was thickening the hot air.

Those are the defining memories of that summer. Next summer it was all forgotten. You were interested in nothing but scrobbling Laura's snatch. Even sold your records to buy a car! That AMC Gremlin, which broke down to pieces after 35 000 miles, so underpowered, you had to shift down with the AC on to climb the slightest hill. Man, was that the shittiest car ever produced.

Death: ...For The Whole World To See (1974)
(Drag City 2009)
Record rating: 8.5/10