It is 1959/1960 and eleven/twelve year old Mathew Tyler wears his hair in a waterfall (he'd have a ducktail too, but can't see the back of his head), idolizes Ricky Nelson, struts around with his transistor radio like a peacock without any plumage, and is on an unholy quest for sex and self-discovery. God help us!
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It is 1959/1960 and eleven/twelve year old Mathew Tyler wears his hair in a waterfall (he'd have a ducktail too, but can't see the back of his head), idolizes Ricky Nelson, struts around with his transistor radio like a peacock without any plumage, and is on an unholy quest for sex and self-discovery. God help us!
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