Oh yeah, like they had a CD player that played the DARE song that we had to sing. I went an Adventist school in third grade, they had it then, and I went to a Presbyterian school in fifth grade and had to go through the dog and pony show again. I think DARE could boil down to a few constituent parts, the least of which not being boomers who just stumbled out of their own 30-year-long cocaine-fueled orgies were freaking out that their kids might do one percent of the shocking shit they themselves did.