01.18.11

Listening to music from the past is a really bad idea.

Nostalgia bomb.

I can still remember being in the back seat, leaning forward to sing along. The smell of tan leather interior mixing with sweat from the three of us after a great show. The smiles, the laughter, the love. The stinky roller blades on the seat next to me. The streetlights passing by and the dotted highway lines.