Do you ever take a moment and think about your past?

Not a glancing thought, but really sit in silence and relive old memories. Trying to find the scents, sounds and sights from that file tucked away in your brain somewhere.

Cool spring nights like this, I think of driving to a girl's house that was in my Civics class, windows handcranked down halfway, flipping over the cassette in the deck. I was 16 with a Chevy S-10 and a fresh pack of Marlboro lights. No cell phone to keep checking, no Facebook or Twitter bullshite. I picked her up and we drove to The Galleria in Metairie, then drove to the river and laid in the bed of my truck and listened to the radio til the sun came up. Up until then, it was the best night of my life.