Buffalo Springfield. Cream. Vanilla Fudge. Which car did they go with? It’s that way with me. Hear a song, connect it with my car at the time, then with friends, moments. Connect the dots. They always come full circle. Past and present.

When I was a teenager, I wondered what I would feel like inside when I was older. Would it be different? Turns out that, no, it isn’t. I feel exactly the same way as me inside now as I did then. Kind of like a wave that keeps cresting, crashing, reforming–over and over and over again.




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